Senior Citizens tittle-tattle bla bla

Today's senior citizens belong to the baby boomer generation born in the 1940s, 50s and early 60s when families mostly have 8 to 10 chidren each. The generation when transistor radios and televisions were the modern inventions in the homes. Now in their 60s many of them are frail and sickly. Some are disabled and not few are dying.  I am one of them at 64 but still interested in the ordinary affairs of our Philippine siciety.

  Last December 2010 I spent my Christmas with my wife in Korea.  At the Manila airport were the usual security guards, many of them looking supiciously at every traveler coming in. The pusher of my wheelchair repeatedly telling me "si tatay na ang bahala sa pasko ko."
 We were invited to a visit by our daughter who is married to a Pinoy her classmate in the University of the Philippines. Both are engineers working in the same company in Korea for the last 3 years.
  As we got down at the Busan airport we were the last to deplane as told by the stewardees. Its winter and the climate was to cold for me a partially disabled senior citzen. Though the climate was harse and unfriendly to me, I thought it was the rare oppurtunity to see and feel for the first time the reality of snow and the extreme cold weather that started to sink shivers down my spine.
 The first thing that we took notice of  was the absence of security guards at the air port doors.  In the roads and highways I did not see traffic enforcer, not even a uniform policeman.  Seldom I noticed police patrol cars.  December 26 the day after Christmas we traveled to Busan central business district. The traffic was horrible not  unlike Binondo or Glorieta during rush hours.  It took us about one and a half hour to get a parking space. Still no security guards around. Manning the traffic were young laddies in red uniform obviously employees of Lottie Mart (mall).  As we got near the parking entrance a man also in uniform distributed hot cups of coffee.  As I recieved my cup I said honestly anyong haseyo because my figers were real chilling. mel# (more next post)

The next day whereever we go people say anyong haseyo, I remember Fr. Orbos when he wrote during his first time in Korea people also said to him anyong haseyo and he answered iwan ko sa iyo. Then I also tried saying aywan ko sayo and the smiled and vowed. So I thought it could also be the correct response haha..