The weekend night markets are to small town Taiwan what football games are to Americans- young people posturing or otherwise being themselves, chowing down on bad-for-you treats and buying cheap stuff. If there is anything else going on in the cold Friday darkness of fields of Indiana corn or Texas cows, or Taiwan's rice and ducks, I'd like to see it. The bigger of differences is that we wouldn't ride our bikes home as American trucks gunned down the road, but we do here as throngs of scooters weave ever carelessly toward some Friday night mischief.
