I became hooked and attracted to living in lands other than the United States as a very young man. My stepfather was in the US Air Force and stationed in Japan during the Korean War. In 1953 my mother bravely packed up three young kids and joined him in a country still very much under US military occupation.
I still vividly remember the foreign sights, sounds, crowds, and smells of a Japan that has long since vanished in it’s post war rush to modernization and industrialization. The family stayed in Japan for 18 months. I can still almost smell the cherry blossoms in the spring and the charcoal cooking and heating fires in winter.
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