When I was nineteen, I went to Japan. One afternoon I walked by myself through Ueno Park, and it started to rain. I was, from what I could tell, the only one in Tokyo without an umbrella. But it didn't matter. Nearly everywhere I walked, someone held their umbrella over me. I had never experienced anything like that before, in a city, small town, anywhere.
To the extraordinary people of Japan, all my heart.
(My Dad painted the watercolor, at the Morikami Japanese Gardens.)