Find Peace in this Life
You’re apt to see them anywhere. A little plat of land that serves as the local cemetary jammed full of headstones all crammed together. Space is such a premium on an island that literally every square inch is accounted for. This particular one was tiny and sat in the corner of the street where I was staying.
If you find yourself in the Aomori, Japan airport and you’re feeling a mite peckish, hit up the convenience shop and have some fresh clams. I watched the guy replenish the tank. Grab a bag. Grab some clams, and voila, you too could sit in front of gate and crack’em open for a tasty delight.
Here’s the guy loading up the tank.
Here is a side shot of the tank.
Here they are from the top.
So I was meeting the manager of the service department where my car was being worked on and reached my hand out to shake his and instead I dropped my full can of soda which slid in front of him spraying his pants with cherry Coke.
We watched it spinning around on the floor with the puddle growing ever larger. You could have heard a pin drop save for the fizzing sound. After some time, my eyes finally rose up to meet his.
I said, “I was going to thank you for your great service today but I think I’m gonna crawdaddy on outta here instead,” and I left totally embarrassed.
In Mozart’s day people didn’t exercise. It wasn’t even a thought.
Imagine saying, “I’m going for a run,” while everyone is in their finest frippery. You change into your exercise clothes and go for a jog.
They would be scandalized and think you crazy.