The Curse of Kagoshima
I do not know how I came to be visited by my great-great grandfather, Takanobu, who died decades ago. Suddenly there was just this waking dream in which he spoke to me. “Je-demi-san, look, see what I have done,” a voice said. I shook my head to clear my mind, but a vision invaded my brain and I seemed to be in a bar in Japan, watching a bartender: “Hattori-san, is it not time you were getting back to your home? It is almost time for your dinner.” “Goro, you tend to your bar. I will go home as soon as I have lost the temper that has been raised in me by my foolhardy son, Takahide.” “What has he done then? Did you catch him with yet another wench?” “If that were all it was. He can go wenching all he wants as long as he does it here in Kagoshima. No, he says he wants t...