As I sat down to eat my eel bowl that I wasn’t able to eat last night (long story), people were giving me a hard time about – 1. eating eel for breakfast; 2. eating eel that sat out last night; 3. and eating eel in the morning.

I blurted out – “I was born in a third world country.”  They don’t put stuff in the fridge for the night.  It’s no big deal.

I don’t think about it often, but I really did come from a third world country.  It’s been over 30 years since we moved to Hawaii, but I still maintain some third world sensibilities – like eating fish for breakfast – or the honor and respect for anyone older.

I need to think more about my third world identity.