INTOUCH Magazine

Shooting for the Stars

Growing up in a family that prized education above all else, I have always understood its value—not just as a means of personal achievement, but as a stepping stone to a better life.

My family, like so many Asian and migrant families, saw education as the singular path to opportunity, advancement and security.

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Safe and Sound

Sunlight streamed through the window, signaling the start of a new day.

Stretching, I sat up in bed, pulling open the curtains to see the sun rising above the buildings of Tokyo.

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Fourth and Millions

Each year, college football players are slightly bigger and faster.

The business of college football, however, has been changing at a more rapid pace, and with stunning force.

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From the Ashes

“The fire trucks are here,” my wife said as she shook me awake.

“We have to go!” I could tell it was serious by the alarm in her voice. It was 1 o’clock in the morning on August 8.

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Sax and the City

Jet-lagged and barely an hour into my first visit to Tokyo, I wandered into the HMV record store in Ginza. It was 1997.

I found myself flicking through jazz CDs. It was a sort of antidote to the time-difference delirium and a connection to home in England, where I was a frequent visitor to music shops.

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Drawing a Blank

What do you mean leave it blank?” I incredulously asked my art teacher as we sat in the grounds of a tranquil temple outside Tokyo.

I was sketching a garden of spider lilies and stone statues. Having finished the main subjects, I wanted to fill the rest of the page with clouds, birds, trees and more. Why stop when I had so many colors with which to work?

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Savored Moments

It was January 2019 when I lit up my first cigar at the Club.

I was following that time-honored tradition of smoking a cigar to celebrate the birth of a child. In my case, it was the arrival of my grandson, Leo.

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My Beachfront Canvas

The kids grimaced as we pushed open the peeling door and brushed aside the overgrown plants enveloping the small side yard.

Inside, the house was dusty, stale, dark and empty, other than a couple of skittering funamushi sea roaches. But even with the prospect of creatures inside, I was excited. My teenagers less so.