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By Ben Jones
Rappahannock News Writer
In the hollow the goldfinches flock to the thistle, the pastures are suddenly green; the tulips strain to be born again in fullness, and the morning sun rises further up The Peak. The full glory of the season is nigh upon us and things need fixin’. But today I sit on the porch and think about China.
When I was five, I tried to dig a hole to China. I reckon that all kids tried that at one time or another, having been told that China was on the other side of the world and that if we went straight down, well, sooner or later we’d pop up (or down) into old Shanghai. I imagined that Chinese children were digging their way toward us from the other side and that maybe we would meet up halfway. But I gave up on my hole after digging only a foot or so because the Buster Brown Gang was coming on the radio. China would have to wait.
About the time that the Red Chinese Army stormed into Korea, our grammar school started serving Chop Suey once a week. It was inedible. I didn’t try Chinese food again for 20 years. Now I eat General Tso’s chicken for breakfast. With or without chop sticks.
The other night on “Hardball”, General Alexander Haig referred to the Chinese as “inscrutable”, a term I hadn’t heard applied to Asians since the 50’s. Well, I always figured that a lot of things are
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