I am a Monkey. Monkeys are curious. I am pretty sure that fits me. My son is a Rat. That fits him, too.
This will be the Year of the Tiger. I think Wally and I will make the trek to Chinatown and watch the festivities.
When I was at DINFOS, I took the Metro to the Chinatown station and spent a very chilly DC winter day watching traditional dances. Washington's Chinatown has become smaller over the years, after the Convention Center overtook much of the property.
I was happy to come back to LA and lose myself in our Chinatown. I love the rows and rows of loud little shops and booths, surrounded by frying food and little live turtles in bowls.