Tonight half of southern Japan is hunched down awaiting the arrival of the typhoon. This is #15 for the Pacific region this year, and the third one in about six weeks to come our way.
By the way, if you’re not quite sure what a typhoon is, it’s the Asian name for tropical storms or hurricanes.
Our little town of about 18,000 has only one industry — its white beach — and it waits all year for the two hottest summer months when hundreds of thousands of vacationers come from all over Japan to lie in the sun and play in the peaceful little bay.
And this particular night, the town had planned its annual fireworks display. They have something called “Message Fireworks” where a visitor pays up to a hundred dollars for somebody to read an announcement of his undying love just before a volley of fireworks are fired off. This one event raises many thousands of dollars for the town.
In addition, the local merchants make a sizeable part of their yearly profit during the summer months.
But tonight the beach is dark. No fireworks will dazzle the crowds tonight. No concession booths will sell snacks, and no families...