As some of my readers know, I was born and mostly raised in San Francisco. My neighborhood was North Beach. Not only a Bohemian outpost for beatniks like Allen Ginsberg and Larry Ferlinghetti, it was originally home to new arrivals from Italy. (After all the original people were disappeared, that is.) North Beach is a stone's throw from Chinatown, and has long been a mix of the two cultures. That dichotomy was something I savored as a child. Chinese New Year in my hometown was more festive than anything I'd ever known, and I loved learning about all of it's traditions and celebrations.
Here on the Big Island, Asian culture is again part of my life. I've missed that more than I realized, especially after living in primarily white enclaves for more than 15 years! Feels like I'm home at last. Now I am craving dim sum!
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