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Tuesday, January 27, 2009
In the Philippines again. As Uncle William is driving the two of us back from a golf course, there would be the occasional tricycle taxi that would cut in front, or a jeepney that would stop at an awkward angle, or a person cutting across the road, or a couple walking hand-in-hand in front too slowly.

At each of these istances, Uncle William would honk his horn.

I told him "I notice you honk your horn a lot. You honk more than anyone I know, even professionals like taxicab drivers."

"Yes," he said "I know. You know, I've broken the horn on this car, and had to get it replaced three times already?"

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