Our breakfast arrived and I was very surprised by what I was served. Where Meredith had pancakes, sausage, and eggs, I had steamed rice, miso soup, grilled fish, dried seasoned seaweed, and a small green salad.“I thought you ordered breakfast,” Meredith said.“I’m guessing this is a traditional Japanese breakfast,” I said. “I didn’t check in advance, and I never talked about this with the Japanese people I know in Chicago.”“It looks more like dinner,” she observed.“It does, but given how messed up our body clocks are going to be, I’m not sure it matters!”We ate, and after we finished, we both had coffee, and then we played two games of chess, by the normal rules, before the captain announced our descent into Tokyo’s Narita airport. I double-checked my customs declaration and immigration card, and was satisfied I’d filled them out correctly. I raised my seat back, and tried to mentally prepare for the actual start of this new adventure.June 16, 1994, Narita Airport, JapanThe tires. "I call." I knew Mike would build the pot.Larry tossed in a nickel, then another dime.Mike grinned and put in fifteen cents, then another twenty-five.Somebody knocked as I watched Phil. His hand hovered over his change. He only had two quarters there. Finally, he tossed his cards into the middle, along with a comment I won't repeat.Jimmy got off the bed and went to the door. "Hi, Coach," he said after opening it. The coach walked into the motel room. I tried to look thoughtful as I tossed in thirty-five cents. Then I smiled as fakely as I could and tossed in another quarter.Larry studied me, then tossed two quarters of his own.Mike didn't hesitate. He flipped a fifty-cent piece up in the air, and it landed in the pot. Then he added another. I felt a large body behind me as I studied the pot, I knew the coach was watching.I got a thing for Kennedys. I wanted Mike's. I added seven quarters without a pause. Larry folded. Mike dropped a dollar bill in the pot. His hand hovered over.
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