Just Hangin’ With A Bunch of Caspers On Obon

Last night I was told I was officially an Okinawan. By my neighbor, Mika, who was, at the time, getting nice and drunk on the beer that I give out during every Obon Festival in my neighborhood. I think it was something to do with how long I have been in the village of Kitanakagusuku… Continue reading Just Hangin’ With A Bunch of Caspers On Obon