: just shy of 9 AM; message from A. wondering if we should walk to Ayama Park; throw on some clothes, brush my teeth; snapping breeze and sunshine; we stop at Sunkus for breakfast – coffee, juice, onigiri; pass the construction workers; consulting a map printout J. rides up to us; the park is smooth greenery; we meet in a wood lodge for park golf; in teams we play the 9-hole course; I shoot my ball twice into the river; once wading feet first on slippery rock, my camera falls in; I enjoy my team; “A bit like pachinko,” a woman says. Do you like pachinko? “No, but my son does. Though he enjoys slot machines more.”; after two rounds we eat lunch together; a game of guess that national anthem; didn’t realize “My Country ‘Tis of Thee” is the same melody as the British national anthem; A. and I walk home with a member from her team, a special education teacher in Bibai; later we meet for the train; run into M. at the Starbucks in Stellar Plaza; we chat outside about Halloween costumes; Loft, then Don Quixote; a man browsing the French maid costumes, thin as a rail, shaved eyebrows, hairy arms; We Go, pants with sewn red plaid and suspenders, a black shirt; at Pete’s bar we order drinks and food; then a hunt for Buddha’s Bar; pachinko balls in the counter, a few raised to spell the name of the place; there are many times M. reminds me of J.; we three stand on the train, balancing; then A. and I sit, see a teacher I know, we chat to Iwa; A. and I go to Obar’s.
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