If the marriage is legit, they must acquit

If the marriage is legit, they must acquit. (Credit to the late Johnnie Cochran). Denying my wife a visa to come to the United States was bad enough, but U. S. consular officer "KN" decided Phuong's marriage was a fraud and that she submitted false documents in her effort to get a visa. He's dead wrong, of course, but the ruling -- stronger than a simple denial or rejection -- possibly bans my wife Phuong from ever getting a visa to come to the U.S., which means our daughter, American citizen Joanna, and her dad (American citizen me) would most likely only visit the U.S. because living there would separate us from our Vietnamese wife/mom Phuong. We are retaining the services of immigration lawyer Robert Brown of Ohio, and we've had contact with U.S.  Sen. Sherrod Brown of Ohio. Generally, I'm a passive fellow. I don't often return bad meals at restaurants, I don't complain too much if my coffee is cold, and I don't usually correct others when they make stupid or incorrect statements. But a cruel consular officer has lit a fire under this White Monkey's butt. I don't want to become obsessive, like Lenny Bruce, but right is might. Thanks for your help and support everyone, especially Jack, Lynda, Andy, Jane, Randal, and everyone else.
Joanna got two vaccinations, and she was a trooper both times. The first vaccination was the 5-in-1, which we asked not to have but were given anyway. Joanna didn't cry, but turned her head and buried her face in my arm when the needle went in her thigh. It was so cute that even the nurse smiled. The nurse said the second shot, for hepatitis B, would hurt. Joanna cried when the long needle went in her thigh, but she stopped crying 15 to 20 seconds later and resumed her usual baby behavior. Tough kid, and she's got the size to back it up. She's about 15.5 pounds already and pretty tall, but it's difficult to get an accurate length because she still has the frog leg posture at this point. Although Joanna's only two months and three weeks old, she rolled over for the first time on Sunday. I think it was a case of all the stars aligning just right: We put her on her stomach with her elbows close to her body; she was agitated to begin with; she lifted her head up high and then used her head and left leg and elbow to kind of topple over. I was shocked but Phuong took it in stride. But that's my wonderful wife. She's cool, calm and collected when the unexpected happens.
I've met a nice vendor on my daily walk. She's close to the Hu Tieu girls, so that makes for a pleasant stretch of the stroll. The young lady sells fruit, and she doesn't try to rip me off. I've posted pictures of some of the fruit I buy from her on the right. She's sold me mang cau; bon bon; nhan; mango, apples, and bananas, and Phuong's mom, who I trust, vouches for the quality and price.
I've mentioned before that people don't know how to drive cars here. They'll put on their right turn signals when making a willy-nilly U-turn (the U-turn is always to the left, so the motorbike riders  behind the car are confused and in real danger of getting killed or maimed). Also, the drivers will just drive up on the sidewalk and park wherever, which is one of my favorites when I take a walk. So it's no surprise these morons wash their cars in the rain. I've seen this on numerous occasions, so maybe it's easier to get the dirt off when it rains. Hell if I know. These people probably have no problem getting a visa.