Awkwardly on Hiroshima day with the model of a Zero fighter plane and battleship (with merchandise available for purchase) behind me – and another effing TV blaring in the lobby – sipping crappy coffee (after diligently packing six varieties of beans), sporting a splendid robe and pink pajamas, I send some public postcard replies to:
- Brother Dan in Surrey (cats and Weakerthans, Utah hockey)
- Buddy Dan in Massachusetts (pokeman & macudonuraldsu)
- Poet Jason in Gifu (pod adjacent antidotes with Nirvana & REM)
- Boldlove Kei (photos with Vanessa and sparkle in your eye)
- Thomas (volunteering and karate)
- Jason in Hokkaido (bubble wrapped Harold Snepts postcard)
- Byzantium Bill (Henry David stamp on another stellar card)
- Doug in GTA (Ichiro Suzuki’s HoF and why vehicles drop in price once 9-1/2 y/o)
- CJ at Winters in Pacifica (road trips with a kid, never enough ice, and no I don’t change tires anymore, nor do I gap points with a matchbook cover)
- Ichiro (son not ball player) being an onsen champ and coming back with feathered middle part hair (did I mention his first swim in the sea of Japan?)
Epic rain storms; yup swim in the sea of Japan(!) in an incredibly scenic area with a rotating bridge; Ryoko stellar behind the wheel; the difference between service areas on Japan highways and crappy rest areas in USA and Canada; Wilco and Billy Bragg, Tintin – but no ukulele
