Growing up, almost everyone around me was Cambodian or Hmong. Stockton was struggling, so bankruptcy didn’t surprise me. We were struggling, but we didn’t let it bother us. We didn’t have a desire for an extra vagant lifestyle. We lived off of what we had.
There was a papaya-salad lady who would roll up in her van like the ice-cream truck. She would sit in the back of the van with all of the ingredients laid out, and you could choose your toppings. It was so good! Fish paste, cabbage, lime. When I got out of school, I would look forward to papaya salad. For just $1. Someone is still doing a papaya-salad truck in Stockton.