The Best Part  

By JASPER FU    I always loved the best part of travelling to San Francisco  of bouncing impatiently in a rattling SUV   down a rattling highway  a child eager and in search of the pastel houses and twisting streets  are we there yet, Dad  that mark the City.    Perhaps it has not the cobblestone gravitas of the Old World  the spiraling modernity of Tokyo  the cozy warmth of brick buildings blanketed in Northeastern snow  the storied glory of Rome or Greece  still, it has its own charm.    Here the fog rolls in to make day brisk  for all the …

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The Watch

By JASPER FU It wasn’t very important, I suppose. A two-dollar watch probably worth half that; an impulse purchase as I waited and wondered for the hundredth time how much time I had spent waiting and wondering. Besides, it matched my jacket: an ugly, bright red gift from a well-meaning cousin. I put it on as the cashier was ringing it up, staring at the chrome-ish bezel. It felt comfortable, at least. By the time I lost it, the rubber was worn, the strap too loose, the face stained and almost opaque with scratches. I was playing with the ragged …

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Arrival 

By JASPER FU    When the calm voice of the pilot clicks out over the intercom, it is always the same; whether delivered in lilting French or clipped German it is the voice of a man self-collected, professional, and bored. There is none of the anticipation that you the traveller feel at seeing the illuminated seatbelt sign flicker and dim – he will not, in all likelihood, be disembarking alongside you.   If he does, he leaves with the determined strides of Someone with Somewhere to Be in a Hurry, with Somewhere to Be currently Concourse C, Gate 37, O’Hare International Airport, a quarter mile of thronging masses …

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