Wednesday October 24 1962 I was seventeen. “Happy birthday, Celia,” Shirley said. “We’re celebrating tonight.” She and Kath took me to the Kong Nam Restaurant: flocked wallpaper, Formica tables and lanterns. I gorged myself on chop suey and chips, and couldn’t face the fortune cookies, so I wrapped one of the crispy oracles in a…Continue Reading “Ticket to Ride”