Thomas Dillon

For Thomas Dillon's latest contributions to The Japan Times, see below:

| Mar 2, 2013

All lost in the lost-and-found

I’d lost my keys. Which is unsettling enough. For you do not begin to truly ransack your brain — where in the rising sun could they be? — until you’ve ransacked your house. And I mean ransack. Drawers emptied, floorboards pried, every pocket of ...

| Feb 23, 2013

Driving me crazy

Next to my house lies a carpet of land not flat enough to resist puddles and not sandy enough to attract cats. It just sits there. Empty. “Symbolic,” says a friend, “of the hole in your life.” He means the car I do not ...

| Jan 19, 2013

Signs of Kansai

At the end of lunch with an old friend, I point out yet another hole in my Swiss cheese knowledge of Japan. “I’ve never really understood this whole ‘Kansai/Kanto’ thing. I mean, sure, I’ve traveled to Kyoto, Osaka and so on. But I’ve never ...

| Jan 5, 2013

When in doubt, keep running

My buddy grinds his teeth and says, “You know what irks about this country?” And so I summon all the usual suspects . . . The insular mindset? The high cost of living? The crowded trains? The summer heat? “No,” he hisses. “It’s in ...

| Dec 15, 2012

A peek inside the cave

The term “man cave” has been added to the dictionary. At last. I’m referring to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary, but surely those other country clubs of words and wisdom will follow suit. For once you’ve been welcomed by the language Vanderbilts, everyone else soon yearns ...

Dec 1, 2012

When the past catches up

“Ha ha! I can’t believe it’s you!” The man extends his hand as if pointing a pistol. I spin around, just to check, but there is no mistaking. The target is me. He wrenches my wrist. “How long has it been, I wonder? Years ...

| Dec 1, 2012

When the past catches up

“Ha ha! I can’t believe it’s you!” The man extends his hand as if pointing a pistol. I spin around, just to check, but there is no mistaking. The target is me. He wrenches my wrist. “How long has it been, I wonder? Years ...

| Nov 17, 2012

A little bit of telephone talk

“I see,” I say. And then I say, “I see.” And a few more times as well. “I see. I see. I see.” “You say, ‘I see,’ too much,” says my wife, who has been eavesdropping as I spoke with my boss via telephone ...

| Nov 3, 2012

In the valley of the uncanny

I am at this bar, see, and with me are two friends. Both have lived in Japan as long as I have, give or take, and both claim to like it here, mostly. “Mostly my eye,” says my first friend. Let’s call him Mutt. ...