Today Pegman transported us to Kanchanaburi, Thailand. Wouldn’t it be a fun place to visit in person?
Uncle Chai Son strung all the electrical wires in our city. Every single one. He delicately balanced a wobbly wooden ladder on the hood of his van then carefully climbed to the tippy-top in his too-big straw sandals before flinging wires this way and that until a whole neighborhood was electrified.
My cousins and I watched in awe – if we weren’t in school that is. Oh, yes Uncle Chai Son was the most amazing man we knew. When we accidentally mentioned Chai Son was a relative our classmate’s eyes grew wide. “No! You’re related to him?”
Because Uncle was so amazing, government inspectors ignored the fact that the wires above the Wangthong Bungalow were a little off-center, perhaps bent? The guests had light, didn’t they? The day after the building burnt down – thank goodness only two people were slightly burned – Uncle Chai Son disappeared. Some people suggest that he, too, is now electrified.
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Up From the Ashes 