Here is my aunt's stuff after me and the other guy set it all up. Looks good doesn't it?
The show was in the gym of this Buddist temple.
And the temple was in San Jose Japantown, the cutest Japantown I've ever been to.
It was definitely very cool to see what remains of the established
Japanese American community all come out. Which means a whole bunch of
old genki peeps came out. Maybe things sort of started to die down
after the concentration camps for Japanese Americans all those years ago. We're a much more
scattered, diluted group these days. One lady told me it was her 88th
birthday next week, and another lady was 91 years old! They were so
happy and smiley and energetic and healthy. Believe me, if their blood
line stayed in Japan, they would have been defeated by the world long
ago. Old people are OLD in Japan.
And then this is me after the whole ordeal. Very tired indeed. Nice view of my scalp though, and my roots aren't that bed yet.