Whenever I hear someone mention the Tokyo American Club, the memories of my childhood in Tokyo come alive. I am not a member, nor have I ever been, but my relatives often took me here to play basketball when there was nowhere else to play. I feel at ease here. TAC, to me, has always been a place I’ve come to with family. And tonight, it was no different.
Newly remodeled, the setting was perfect for a show…
A jewelry show…like no other.
Someday, I might be able to afford something.
But for now…
I’ll stick to these jewels.
Here, have a heart. Or two. Or all five.
On my way home I stopped by Hakuryu.
Ahh the lovely memories…