While we are waiting for the elevator Aidan and Lydia are teasing each other and Elisa moves in and out of their dynamic. Eight floors down and out the door into the street. Downtown Beijing we are, except there isn’t really a such thing as downtown Beijing so my crowded neighborhood is one of a dozen that can lay claim. Elisa bounds ahead doing a kind of skip walk. Aidan, football in hands runs ahead and Lydia stands at my side telling me a story she is writing. Aidan gets 15 yards in front, turns and throws me the football. My body turns towards it slowly and without grace. I grab the ball and throw it back to him. He catches it, runs a bit, and we repeat. As we get close to the busy intersection - one scattered with carts, bicycles, scooters, taxis, cars, buses, and people - I yell out “Elisa, wait!” and she stops and yells back “I know”. ...

Aidan is lagging behind me and the girls as we make our way to the subway. He didn’t eat this morning which is a rare event. He is zombie like as we buy our three kuai subway tickets make our way to the line 6 platform. While we wait for the train I ask him if everything is ok since clearly it is not. He makes a non-committal and barely verbal noise. I ask him if he’s upset because his mom just left on a snowboarding trip to Japan and he has to stay here in Beijing. He says he doesn’t want to talk about it. I text his mom who just landed on Japan and it seems it is my fault. ...

I am really bad with gifts but with a small epiphany I realized Aidan’s birthday gift this year would be drop dead easy. A Warrior’s Curry jersey or an official American football. With two trips to the US between this epiphany and Aidan’s birthday I would come through this time. Which is how, I found myself, on the eve of Chinese New Year’s and three days before his before his birthday biking to the official NBA store in Beijing. Except the store wasn’t there; it had moved some distance away. I managed to get to the new location the next day and they had a handful, like six, pathetic jerseys including Shawn Kemp’s Seattle Sonic’s jersey (Kemp last played for Seattle in 1997), Dennis Rodman Bull’s jersey, and Derrick’s Rose 2015 All Star jersey (Rose was not part of the game). The store, while looking promising on the outside, looked like a fraud on the inside. I ended up buying Aidan a Warrior’s hipster hat which was one of two Warrior’s items they carried (for what it’s worth, the nearby MLB store is almost as worthless for Giant’s fans). On the day of Aidan’s birthday, I took Aidan to the massive Adidas store (largest in the world?) in Beijing’s Sanlitun area. The NBA section was on the first floor and they had a full rack of jerseys and from a distance you could see a couple of Warrior jerseys. Walk up. Curry, #30. Excellent. Size 2XL which despite my recent adornment of winter fat is way too big for me, not to mention Aidan. We ask if they have any smaller sizes. “No, none”. Ok, when do you expect to get a new order? “Never.” Really, never? For maybe the most popular player and you already sold out the sizes that normal humans wear? “Yes, we are never getting another shipment”. Which, if you’ve been in China for like a week you understand translates to “I don’t know and it’s too much bother to find out, so go away”. I glared at the staff and Lydia gently asked me to calm down. We are good with each other like that. ...

The waitress is listening to the man’s son order a smoothie and macaroni and cheese. No low carb diet for 12 year olds apparently. When it is his turn to to order he can’t decide. Then a feeling of regret and longing and need washes over him. This may be more than the waitress can handle. He’s debating what to order and finally settles on the hummus. He has no idea where that feeling came from but it was there. He was walking away from something good and by something good I mean more than a Cobb salad. Middle age was here. He was alone. He didn’t need to be. He pushed someone away because it just didn’t feel right. ...

I am in Hong Kong waiting in line at a 7-11. It is my turn. I step to the counter. A man whispers in my ear “that won’t be enough”. I was in Hong Kong to renew my visa and go back to work. I had failed on my own. I did not know then that I would be further alone soon. For then, it was just work. I got back to my hotel and took the elevator up to the fifth floor. Elderly Chinese were getting off on the 3rd floor as the hotel apparently had some kind of community center built in. The greeted me in perfect, warm, English which was something I wasn’t used to. ...

I am 48 years old, carrying a bag fill of 7-11 groceries and crossing the street when the rickshaw driver calls out to me. I understand what he is asking even if I do not know a word he is saying for he is speaking in Russian. I don’t know how to tell him in Russian or Chinese that my home is just across the street so I won’t be needing a ride. ...

It is 1989 and I am finishing up a work day before going home to watch game three of the world series. At the time I’ve been working as a profession for about nine months and then like now work was very important to me. But so were the Giants and they were in a 2-0 hole against the A’s. The building started to move, an unnatural sway that was from mother nature, and I recognized it as an earthquake. The swaying went on for a long time so I knew it was a big one, likely far away. I called my fiancee, Mimi, who was working across the street in another building. She answered the phone and then pulled the headset back under the desk with her. ...

I was one of the first to reach immigration and the asked me what the purpose of my trip was. I said vacation. Travelling alone? Yes, I said. Immigration has no concerns with this and waved me through after marking something on my immigration/customs form. Customs wanted to have a word with me. An older man, my age I guess, was the customs official and put on gloves as he started to go through my bags. He weaved in small talk with questions that could incriminate but as they are want to do, but I must admit he did seem genuinely nice. He asked me why I was visiting Guam and I said to get divorced and that it was the closest port from Beijing that I could do it. I left out the part that it was the only place I could do it relatively quickly without relocating back to the US for at least three months or going through the Chinese courts. When he heard my real vacation reason he said “sorry” with some actual empathy and that was that. ...

The kid’s grandma calls me and says Hairun has heat and that she will be staying there. How about if the kids stay there too? I say no, the kids will stay with me. She asks if I have heat, and i say not yet. She asks if I have food and I say, do not worry, the kids will have plenty of food. If this sounds like the beginnings of a sci fi world disaster movie, fear not, it is not. It is just a day in November in Beijing with the relentless hospitality of a grandmother. ...

My alarm wakes me up mid dream at 5:30am. It is four days into the work week and the 5:30am wake up isn’t as jarring as it is on Monday. I spin around on the bed into Cat’s pose trying to loosen myself up. I’ve been feeling very unloose lately. Pee. Brush teeth. Put on workout garb and head downstairs. The fall morning light is waking up with me as it shines through the apartment top window. Aidan is sleeping on the coach as I begin my minute working on in the adjourning kitchen/dining room combo. 25 minutes later I am done and ready for breakfast which I premade for the week. A quick microwave and I am sitting down eating, drinking instant coffee, and checking the overnight sports news. I shower and I dress and then it is 6:50am when I wake up the kids. ...