Sunday July 30, 1989 3:AM Houston TX USA
It must be all the sushi and scotch I had tonight at the reception at the consulate-generalfs house -- because gTom Sawyerh or some Rush song, is playing in my head and making me miss you.
I can hear you answering the beeper in the middle of the night, in the middle of a drunk, and as if you flipped the switch on a black box, your entire demeanor changes. Your voice is soothing and patient, gHi. This is Chris.h You are at work again.
I watched you smile and talk to people at the happy hour the other night and thought, gThatfs the way he used to talk to me, before he knew me too well.h
-->The first leg of our adventure is complete and all is well. Wefve met the other 25 participants from this area, went to an orientation, and had dinner at the consulate-generalfs house (which was reminiscent of a scene from lifestyles of the rich and famous -- when our little bus drove into the neighborhood of the consulate-general, a hush came over us as we stared out the window in awe.)
The people in the program are diverse in background, gender, and ethnicity. Most have just graduated from college and most donft speak Japanese. Their reasons for being here are similar to mine: a vague feeling that they ought to, not really knowing why.
I am very happy. Itfs really happening!
Scotch and sushi.