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Enjoy music together. Musical memory is often retained when other memories flee. Exercise helps everyone’s mood. It is January in New England. There are a couple of inches of snow on the ground, a miniature version of the Andes has been plowed against the perimeter wall, and today’s high will be only ten below. I walk across the salted asphalt like a geriatric with a bad case of hemorrhoids, poised to slip on the black ice.
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You need to calm down. You prescribing all kinds of things to me which have nothing to do with my post. I not advocating for anything to limit voting. Not too long ago sushi, California rolls and teriyaki chicken were what defined Japanese food in America. The difference between what I ate in Japan during my summers as a child and a teenager, as opposed to what was called ‘Japanese food’ in the Western world couldn’t have been more at odds with each other. Hot, delicious bowls of noodles in white pork broth, perfectly grilled pieces of chicken with a miso glaze, a charred, salted cod fish that almost melted in my mouth and the silkiest, milkiest of tofu; that was my Japanese experience with food.