Are you tired of hanging around with hookers on the Honcho-ku in 1950? I understand that you might, though there is much more to Kiko and her friends than meets the eye. I’m a Fleet sailor and always will be. Thanks for coming along. We can go back out there again tonight; that is the […]

Are you tired of hanging around with hookers on the Honcho-ku in 1950? I understand that you might, though there is much more to Kiko and her friends than meets the eye. I’m a Fleet sailor and always will be. Thanks for coming along. We can go back out there again tonight; that is the […]

I have met a Nobel Laureate before. He accepted an appointment in his office to talk about potential work on a research contract with my firm. He was a nice guy; Chinese American and very modest, considering what he had achieved. I did not have a lot in common with him, except a shared passion […]

 Yokosuka had come to terms with its new Americans in 1950,     Base Commander CAPT Benny Decker and his Public Works Center had performed hundreds of good works for the people outside the gates of the former Imperial Navy facility. In fact, PWC under Benny’s firm hand had become a provider of common concern to […]

    Just what I needed this morning. I had no more turned on the stupid computer in the darkness than I read the words: “Colombian authorities said they seized up to 66 pounds of uranium hidden off the side of a road in southern Bogotá on Wednesday.”     The FARC- the Revolutionary Armed Forces of […]

I always thought that living in San Diego was about as good as it gets. Monday night football is over by nine at night, and all the decent sports are wrapped up in plenty of time to get a good night’s sleep. I often think that re-locating to the Golden State would solve most of […]

Dai Ichi Insurance Company- aka SCAP GHQ I dragged my butt up from the garage when the working day was done. I hate Mondays. I pounced on everything that popped up on my screen, but there was no motion on the projects I am bird-dogging. . I checked for packages with Amari the Ethiopian at […]

Main GAte, Yokosuka Base, 1950 It is a melancholy morning, since the official count of the American dead in Iraq just went over four thousand. I am determined not to dwell on the moment, any more than we did when we marked the violent passing of the last number with three zeros behind it. I […]

Main GAte, Yokosuka Base, 1950 It is a melancholy morning, since the official count of the American dead in Iraq just went over four thousand. I am determined not to dwell on the moment, any more than we did when we marked the violent passing of the last number with three zeros behind it. I […]

It is Easter, the celebration of the Risen Christ superimposed on the old pagan holiday of rebirth. It is early this year, apparently a function of the lunar cycle that has nothing to do with the rules or laws of mankind. It will take another day or so to vanquish the jet lag, and I […]