I love baseball, but I rarely get out to games. Occasionally my father-in-law will invite me along. Always fun. He was a pitcher in university and it’s educational to hear his commentary from the seat next to me.
SoftBank Hawks from Fukuoka facing the Nippon-Ham Fighters from Hokkaido. The Ham-Fighters won 6-5 in ten innings. An incredible seven home runs on the day.
And yes, I prefer to call them “Ham-Fighters”. It’s a far more colorful name in my opinion.
I wonder if one could actually hit a home run swinging a ham? Now there’s a game I’d pay to see.
"I'm from Libya," he said. I don't know what to say. It's as if he'd told me he'd just come from his father's funeral.
The first specialty coffee shop in Ikebukuro and Junkudo (bookstore) resonate.
Editing is interpreting.
The Riddle of Steel.
The man stands motionless in a crush of white-shirted salarymen, as they swarm past him, toward the single escalator.
Rêve de centre commercial-piscine
Sparrow Noise
Birthday walk home
"Dear Cigarettes"