Walking home tonight I passed the usual traffic knot on Western Ave, just south of Central Square. The motorists there were working themselves up to the usual froth of honking, frustration venting as sound like steam in a kettle. But something happened as I listened — at some point the honking stopped and was replaced by a tap-tap on the horn. Another horn answered, tap-tap-tap. And back and forth it went, a rhythmic song played, not shouted.
Anderkoo
Rearing a bilingual Chinese-English child in Washington, DC
