Over-Reaching, Over-Intended Airport Madness

The horror of the Japanese lock down, thank God the Olympic tourists didn’t arrive in hordes.

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I am still in it, still swimming from side to side in the fishbowl full of angst, confusion, and oddly… peace.

I realize the cocktail of those concepts will take a bit to digest, but the hysterical response to the Omicron variant by the Japanese Health Ministry in a land populated with lovely people as capable of herd like hysteria as they are in finding tranquility in the simplicity of a moss laden lantern, is soul-sapping and mind boggling.

Before any heckles rise and screams of white privilege and foreign ingratitude and ignorance burst the paper lanterns of our floating world, let me lay a few tatami mats upon the floor from which I may bounce once the epithets begins to fly.

I am very well-travelled and have lived in (actually lived, not just visited) over a dozen countries. I am blessed with a Japanese partner and our sons are bi-cultural and multi-lingual.

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I have lived and worked happily in Japan for almost a decade and still have an ability to butcher the language. (Grammar be Damned, it is the point…