"The ships have come to carry you home"

DSD and yAnn write about the passing of the Mee Pok Man of SCGS, aka Mr. Ang Boon Chye. I haven't thought of him in years, but he is an indelible memory - that solemn face with knotted brows, the steady hands as he pulled butter-yellow strands of mee pok from his tray of noodles, and then his arm sliding forward as he pushed a perfect pink bowl of lunch that was worth more than a schoolgirl's 50 cents. Every student knew his stall through the years, it always boasted the longest queue. How my heart leapt every time I spied a queue of only one or two girls; the promise of mee pok tah in a jiffy invariably drew me to the stall, and I would happily buy a bowl even though there were just ten minutes of recess left (pretty dangerous considering what a slow eater I was back then).

Gone, but never forgotten. Goodbye, Mr. Ang, our mee pok man. Go well.