In retrospect, the fake books should have tipped me off. When we moved into our first apartment in Taipei, Sonja discovered to his delight that it came with fake books. There were a couple of white hardbound volumes, one that purported to be something called The Revolution by Ernesto Guevara and featured the classic image of Che in his… Continue reading Movin’ on up (or down, depending on how you look at it)
