On my next trip here, I want to do rubbings of
the utility covers. This one's a beauty. My parents arrived in Yokohama on
the Yamato Maru in April 1941, almost 74 years ago to the day. They had planned
to stay just long enough for my brother to be born and then continue on to
northern China to catch the Trans Siberian Railway into Europe. The Atlantic
blockade had prevented the normal route from America. But when Pearl Harbor
happened at the end of '41, they were stranded for the duration of the war. My
three siblings were born in Kobe. I came along in 1950 in Germany. Yokohama is
a name I heard throughout my childhood.
Bruce and Tomoko's condo juts off the edge of this Hopi-like cliff dwelling.
In the evening, we walked over to Mitsuike Park near the condo. Bruce is schlepping part of the Birdmachine for me, a sign of imminent sainthood.
The following morning we got up at 5:00 and hightailed it to Mitsuike Park.
The Lotus Sutra Bird, immersed in Cherry Blossoms, sings its mantra.


Why is it that Birds, Flutes and Cherry Blossoms all seem to go together so nicely? You're definitely in the right place at the right time, Michael!
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