Playing for team farang?
One summer when I was young, my mother, my younger brother Clay and I piled into the family Chevrolet Blazer — a tan-coloured vehicle we had inexplicably named Sparky — to make the eight-hour trip south, from Fort Worth to Kingsville, Texas, where my grandparents lived (and still do) in a stately white house that as far as I can tell has stood there since the dawn of time.