In December, K and I were guests of Homprang and Christopher at their wonderful home just outside of Chiang Mai for about a week. One evening, the two men hopped on bikes and headed out of the village a bit. We ended up at one of the roadside bars. The word in Thai, which of course I can’t recall, translates to something like the “drink shit place.” So we drank shit and shot the shit. Christopher was one of the latecomers to Foetry.com, while it was still in operation.
In an odd twist, before we left for Thailand, I called my friend since high school, Veronika, who lived in Thailand for a decade of the two since we’d last seen each other. I wanted some advice and eventually, as I described Christopher, and expressed some concern because we were going to stay with him even though we’d never met in person, Veronika asked me, “What’s his last name”? When I answered, “Woodman,” she said, “Oh I know Christopher!” Veronika’s partner at the time taught with him at the university. “Christopher has really good energy.” And she was right.
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