Emil Amok: My American Moment in Asia, Part III
Once again, its your knife journalist checking in. Its a name that tends to stick. Especially if you throw it around just right.
For you Juan and Juanita-come-latelys, I was given the sobriquet by a Brit-inspired tab in Hong Kong, the I-Mail, after I had asked the question whether the Hong Kong police had been a bit too overanxious when eight of them took 45 minutes to figure out my 1-inch knife was no threat to international security. Arrest me for bad syntax, but please, not for my knife!
I had my key-chain special on me because I had wisely cut a few mangoes that morning for breakfast in my hotel.
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