On my second full solo outing with my husband’s Lexus, a charcoal grey car that he cherishes and cares for as a child, I had the misfortune of having some young punk’s motorcycle leave a giant dent followed by a trail of a long, deep scratch on the front end of his car. Continue reading “Hit and run is the new black”
The team of my youth, the San Francisco Giants, has just won its third World Series in five years. It is an amazing accomplishment, though it is still difficult for me to fully comprehend. Continue reading “Three out of five ain’t bad!”
On a recent job interview with a local bank, the Vice President spent close to five minutes expressing her surprise that I was Japanese. “You look Chinese..,” she kept saying, as if waiting for me to get on my knees and confess that I lied. “Your skin is so white!,” she would continue, “and Japanese are so brown.” Continue reading ““…you look Chinese!…””
I once dreamt of being an airline hostess for Japan Airlines, and even wrote them a very complimentary letter as part of a class project. Continue reading “Fears and jeers of flying”
I watch my SF Giants game on TV (except the ones v. the Dodgers because of TWC) because I live in Southern California. With the exception of Amy G, I enjoy my games and looking at the beautiful stadium. It is a source of civic pride, especially to this native San Franciscan who weathered so many seasons at Candlestick Park. Continue reading “Arrive late, leave early …”
It is God’s honest truth that I have never wanted to serve on a jury, despite being told on numerous occasions that this would count as one of the greatest acts of citizenry. After my first experience of being questioned as a potential juror in a murder trial, there seemed nothing more frightening than handing down a guilty verdict to an assailant that kept glaring at me with his one good eye. Have these trial attorneys ever seen any Lifetime movies during “witness protection week”?
Continue reading “I’m ready for my jury, Mr. Demille …”