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