It takes me about an hour to get from the apartment I am living in on the South Side of Pittsburgh to my farm in Enon Valley.
When I was in College I used to go to the little park next to school. Sometimes I would try to talk to this homeless man. (He is holding my business card in this picture.)
To communicate, sometimes I would sing a Japanese nursery rhyme my sister Gina taught me when I was a baby. Little did I know that was Yoshio Nakada's preferred method of communication.
Here is the Washington Post article.
Posted by mike at 1/10/2009 11:40:00 AM