July 1971. Three and a half years before my birth. My dad’s a medic in Vietnam. A MASH unit. The 95th Evacuation Hospital in DaNang on the South China Sea. When evacuating wounded soldiers, a doc had to accompany. On one such occasion in July of ’71, my dad was such doc. Going through some of his things a few years back, came across a folder of receipts. He kept folders relentlessly. Looks as if dad spent some time and some money during his 48 hours in Hong Kong. Shoes, two pair. Two suits. Some stereo equipment. A hotel stay. Two packs playing cards. Wonder what shipping from Hong Kong to the States cost back then.