I got to where I could handle a pair of chopsticks, ohashi, very well, and I still enjoy using them. When I go to our local Chinese restaurant and order a bowl of noodles, I always get chopsticks. There's something about lifting noodles with chopsticks that transcends using a fork. Perhaps that goes back to my eating ramen noodles in train stations as I traveled in Japan. Another photo of Osamu and our sleeping quarters in his home.
Futons always seem such a practical way to utilize space in a house.
Beds occupy such a large part of a home in the States, space that could be used for other activities in the daytime. Osamu with some friends. The group seems to be jiving right along. The English Club I really don't recall how I got involved with the English Club at the School. Perhaps Mr. Segawa made a phone call to the Detachment, and I learned of his wishes to have American personnel involved.