I recognized the woman at the door immediately, despite the mask that covered her nose and mouth. I knew her daughter too, as one of my son’s many pre-school friends. ‘Konnichi-wa,’ I said, trying in vain to recall either of their names. The woman offered a slight bow, awkward enough with her daughter on her hip, forget about the underlying circumstances. ‘Kevin-san, domo.’ She handed me a small, heavy plastic bag.
My wife had said she’d be dropping by, with milk formula for our…Continue
Added by Kevin Kato on June 8, 2011 at 11:03pm — No Comments
I walked into the dark front hall of the Shimizu Learning Center. A man in a blue windbreaker approached, moving with an efficiency that told me he was at work though in what capacity I had no idea. What was the situation here, or anywhere else? What had really happened, and what needed to be done? I hadn't seen any damage. A distant siren bled through the hum of a single generator; outside the glass doors a circle of…Continue
Added by Kevin Kato on April 4, 2011 at 3:52pm — No Comments
(Note: My blog posts are usually much more light-hearted; recent events in my backyard have temporarily changed that. Please keep the people of Japan - my adoptive neighbors - in your thoughts. Thank you.)
With a cheap driver I worked the tiny screw on the back of my son's toy microwave oven. He likes to…Continue
Added by Kevin Kato on April 1, 2011 at 7:28pm — No Comments