Farther up the roadway there was a home in a bamboo garden. In the garden, Chairman Mao was bowing silently to each passing member of his own personal procession. He at least did it with a much better grace than his 2 neighbors. Of late he had used up the reading of Confucius. He was not alone in his house. A young guy was resting on his patio, where there was a cool breeze. This young man might n