Russell is slowly working his way back to Ho Chi Minh City, where he will stay for a day or two and then head north. One of his recent stops was in My Tho, a Mekong Delta town not far from Ho Chi Minh City.
My Tho played a strategic role in the Vietnam War. The town was situated at the intersection of Route 4 and the My Tho River and served as the base for several U.S. Navy patrol boat squadrons. The Navy installations were the target of regular rocket and mortar attacks, and My Tho was the subject of a major assault by Viet Cong and North Vietnamese forces during the Tet Offensive in 1968. The town took a pounding during the fighting, and apparently signs of the fighting are still visible.
Now, My Tho is known mostly for its noodle soup, which includes pork, shrimp, quail egg, and noodles and in pork broth.
I don’t use indoor tanning salons and can’t imagine doing so — but I question the underlying concept of the “tanning tax.” Do we really want to get into the habit of taxing what the federal government considers to be risky behavior? Should sports cars and motorcycles be taxed at higher rates than sedans? Should mountain climbers, skydivers, and participants in extreme sports should be taxed more heavily than couch potatoes? We are moving beyond “sin taxes” on alcohol, tobacco, and gambling to a new realm of governmental efforts to modify human behavior — and I am not comfortable that the government is well-situated to make those kinds of judgments.
Our group walks and carries our bags to maximize the exercise and rhythm of the golfing experience. Today, only a hole or two into the round, it was as if someone had drenched us with buckets of warm fluid. We drank water — Lord knows we drank lots of water — but sweated it out immediately.