Tokyo Meets Seattle

  
Since landing in Honolulu, I have been going nonstop. This is a place where memories are indeed made. For me fortunately, many past childhood thoughts came flooding back as I embarked on visiting my past homes on the island of Oahu. I lived here for over four years from 1969-1974. Come down memory lane with me, but first let’s stop at Pearl Harbor. It was today, I was approached by two young adults traveling from their homeland of Japan.  They  seemed to be working on some school project and handed me a paper with historical questions they politely asked me to answer. 

We quickly became friends and are now following each other on Instagram. I was touched by their genuine desire to know my reactions to Pearl Harbor.  However, today we stood together gladly not allowing the past to identify who we are in the present.  As an American, I welcome my new friends to my country.