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| Saw in the news that Trump got a Freedom 250 ring from a Belgian diamond group. It has a diamond-winged eagle carrying a ruby shield clutching an olive branch of emeralds. 321 diamonds, 56 sapphires, and 6 rubies adorn this huge ring that has 250 YEARS USA etched in 18 karat gold. A gift given several months after the removal U.S. tariffs on diamond imports. Doesn't say how much it weighs. |
| Did you know that ambulances are free for everyone in Japan? I just heard using one is very expensive in America. |
| It should be! |
| Expenses for sea rescue is covered by the government, but rescue in mountains is not. Skiers and snowboarders from abroad are hit hard in the wallet if a long search is conducted. |
| My last ambulance ride was over 500 bucks for 2 mile ride and they couldn't get IV started so insurance was just charged for the ride. That was about 3 years ago. |
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| You’ve probably noticed that Japanese don’t take good care of their shoes. They take their shoes off when they enter a home, so taking them off and putting them on can occur many times a day. It’s a bother to lace and unlace shoes, isn’t it? Squeezing your feet into the shoes is the usual way. In Hawaii, they wear sandals since they take them off when they enter a home. The homes don’t have a genkan, so you can tell if there’s a party going on by the large number of sandals outside the door. In 1964, my father died and we returned to Japan. I was eleven. Everything was different and interesting. There is a shopping street in Yokohama called Isezakicho near Kannai station. Before crossing a canal there was a short block. On the sidewalk were shoeshiners. Most of them were women. They sat on their knees waiting for customers. Crossing the canal, which had such an evil odor that my sister and I would run across the bridge holding our breath, we would enter the shopping street. There were two department stores. On the sidewalk, sitting on thin rice mats with their faces nearly touching the ground, were beggars on the stumps of their legs wearing old army uniforms. Beside them were chipped rice bowls with a few coins. My mother always gave us one coin each to drop into the bowls. Life couldn’t be much tougher. |
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