It’s just about 11:00 a.m. on Monday. Ken and I left the house early this morning to go back to the City Hall to meet with Mr. Takada, our case manager. Mr. Takada is the nicest person on earth. He is a small, well built Japanese man. He is balding on the top and…

It’s Sunday afternoon. Yumiko is back at ballet practice and then she has a play practice at school. I am supposed to go to a parent teacher meeting at her ballet school at 3:30. I am going to go, but it could be a little difficult as I speak no Japanese and the teachers…
Ken has mostly only good things to say about Japan and its culture, and I would agree. However after yesterday’s little incident at the bank, he may have changed his tune just a bit. Let me give you the background which began a few weeks ago. Yumiko, as she did in the U.S.,…
O.K. boys and girls. This is my first blog entry. I am sitting here in our little apartment in Tokyo. It is now 7:05 a.m. It is Friday morning, January 23 and we will all be having a little breakfast in about five minutes. Then Yumiko and I will walk the two miles to…