It was 1974 and Art Fry was spending his weekend singing for the local church choir. On this particular Sunday, Fry was dealing with a relatively boring problem: he couldn’t keep his bookmarks in place.
I do not enjoy buying Shinkansen tickets.
First of all, they’re expensive. Around $200, from A to B and back, for a five hour ride. Second of all, this is the Japanese countryside. Almost nobody here speaks English, including the station…
If you know us at all, you know we love to eat. Food is an outlet, a reward, a change of scenery after too many hours at the studio, and certainly the bonding agent that keeps us from killing each other when…