We used to lie on the floor (absorbing the coolness from the tiles) and listen to “Y0ur Song” , theme of that time’s radio broadcast. That’s my siesta as I can recall.
Older brother used Hit Parade, with Elvis Presley on the cover.
My friend, meanwhile, laminated his vinyl album (James Taylor).
We have just met over lunch today. He mentioned his 3-year old boy who listened to While My Guitar Gently Weeps.
Rock lives on. So does Saigon siesta.
People find shades.
Some cafes even offer hammocks instead of chairs.
Self-created summer breeze.
People move about between two extremes: fate and future.
Aren’t we all, living in Saigon or South Central.
Still, there is something about growing up, lying on the floor and listening to Soft Rock.
It’s truly a Wonderful World, where “the dog says goodnight” and the rooster crows, always a bit early for city life.
I can’t recall how I pick up a date, while attending an all-boy school without a cell phone (and SMS).
But I somehow managed.
At work, in Santa Monica, some inshore techs couldn’t open their eyes after a lunch of heavy rice staple.
They probably stayed up late for conference calls anyways , living in our 24/7 connected world.
Siesta: a must at my friend’s work place here in Saigon.
Might as well work that into company policy.
Just that it’s hard to have tile floor at work similar to my “your song” experience.
I hope you don’t mind, I wrote down this song. I hope my friend’s kid grow up liking this song . It’s for him as well.
Thang Nguyen 555 