I am old enough to remember, but to young for the experience of the Vietnam War, protest and music that change the world, but there an ironic twist to life when you hear a song that is correct, at just the correct time.
I am sitting here in the internet cafe trying to send my newsletter and suddenly the lyrics start saying,
"Who'll stop the rain?"
It just stopped raining and life is just to good, and all ok in the world, Cambodia is just ancient history now and trying to be a tourist trap, as will Iraq in a few short years. Life goes on and the rain does stop.
My Newsletter this week from the Beach of Cambodia.