path, as it were

I come here in the mornings to read Homer. And I am told the birds I've been calling cranes are actually white heron. It is a better name, and I'm glad the better bird got it. A young Korean woman stopped me and made small talk. I pointed to where I thought the Jusco was, and she pointed almost in the opposite direction. The streets here wind more than even in San Antonio. Her name is unpronounceable to me, so she said I could call her Jaime, which seems very unfair. It isn't her name. It's just easier for those unwilling to call her what she is meant to be called.