Bullet Train Bites (dried shrimp, Hiroshima Pancake-flavored rice crackers and something indecipherable)that travel well at 200 mph. Usually I can get a clue about what is inside from the photo or drawing on the package. However, screaming calligraphy has me completely flummoxed.
After classes, a thunderstorm began to threaten a leisurely pre-dinner piazza gathering so Chuck and I headed off (code word for "willi...
His dorm? Or maybe it's a hotel. This is way before the era of The Container Store.
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