Spring is a time of two things: hope and . . . baseball. And — unless you are a Chicago Cubs fan — those two often go together. Perhaps no place is baseball hope quite so high as in Japan, where the sport enjoys ...
I find myself swamped with cards. And not just the e-money variety. Member cards, discount cards, hospital registration cards — my wallet has so many damned cards, it's like a plastic tumor bulging from my back pocket.
Most Japanese have a good cop/bad cop view of their law-enforcement services. They see a sinister side — one of smoky back rooms, coerced confessions and trumped-up charges — and they see a soft side: those helpful cops-in-the-box dotted throughout the land.
With omikuji, if the fortune is favorable, you carry it with you. If the fortune — in fortune-telling parlance — sucks, then most people tie the paper around some slender branch,
to leave the bad luck behind.
I think it is time for some up-to-date experiences — ones that the waves of tourists due to flood Japan up through the 2020 Olympics might savor more than those that revolve around traditional Japanese culture.
How should I play my first visit to Hooters, the land of hamburgers and hot pants? Should I go highbrow? Or low? I turn to my guide for, uh, guidance. "Well, their motto is 'Delightfully tacky.' What do you think?"
“Here,” he says and plops down a manuscript. He has eyes so earnest they gleam like headlights on bright. “I have written a screenplay.” And now, I think, is the time to run. To tell him I’ve got a train to catch, a job ...