Kentucky-fried Minivan Update

I had the chance to see the burned minivan in broad daylight on Saturday morning. It hasn't been towed away yet. Broken glass is all over the street, along with other mysterious, twisted, wiry crap. No real effort's been made to tidy anything up. The van's painted surface varies from scorched to bubbled to cracked.

No corpses in the van (unless they were the ones popping last night...?). No upholstery left on any of the seats.

The right rear tire is undamaged. Go figure.

No visible damage to the concrete telephone pole next to the van, or to the wires suspended above the van.

My upstairs neighbor, the lady who handed me her fire extinguisher, is off somewhere with her family (her own mother, two daughters, and a son).

I now know how to use a fire extinguisher. Pull pin. Aim. Squeeze handle. Count to five (three, sir!) and throw. If someone sets another van on fire, I'll be ready.

Off to bed. Zen meditation Sunday afternoon. Christian relatives aren't pleased, but that's life: I didn't come here to study Korean Christianity. My Korean tutor assigned some reading homework for me: "The Great Gatsby" in Korean comic book form. Fascinating, Captain. We haven't really started lessons yet; we begin "officially" on Tuesday. She's giving me a diagnostic test that day, to see where I'm at. I'll be sure to report my results for all the world to see.