I'm listening to Mantovani's rendition of Love is a Many Splendored Thing. Its opening is definitely Asian tinted, as the movie it's based on takes place in Hong Kong. I spent the better part of Four years between Korea and Taiwan while serving. I left Asia, close to 45 years ago. It never left me, but I know I'll never return there, except only in my memories and thoughts. And often it's the setting sun in the western skies that start my thoughts going and my experiences flooding back to me. A part of me that I can't have back rests there, and always will. I often look longingly at the sun fired contrails of the aircraft that are racing thousands of feet in the air heading Westward. Asia bound? Take me!
