The lack of future taxpayers presents a chilling scenario for a nation with lots of debt on one hand and lots of pensioners on the other. The nation needs more hands.
For Thomas Dillon's latest contributions to The Japan Times, see below:
I ask my departing friend the biggest question of all: After decades in Japan, just how does he plan to earn a living back home?
Worst-case scenarios make good sense to too many people in Japan, and in turn influence decisions in ways that can only be described as . . . silly.
If one measures life in a 60-year cycle — and if you use the Chinese zodiac calendar, you do — then age 60 marks a new beginning or birth: You can be a child once again.
Even after long years teaching English in Japan, he still views himself as an avant-garde teaching artist, as can be seen by what insists he now be called: The Adjunct Instructor Formerly Known as Bob.
My friend dares to dream of a whole city for aged foreigners in Japan where everyone speaks the lingo.
Airlines advise us what to do in in-flight emergencies, but what should you do if you get seated beside a nutter?
Yeah, I know. The thermometer is shooting for the moon and the humidity makes each stride forward seem more like a breaststroke. So why am I writing about snow? Well, I have to cool down somehow. In February, I got all hot about snow. Plus Tokyo's ...
Ten tips for stage fright, aka "the American disease." Americans supposedly fear public speaking more than anything — spiders, sharks, or even heights.
We bathed in strobe light for six months until the fateful day arrived: Our bathroom light had entered that great junk pile in the sky.