People and nations are alike in certain ways. Both start off happy just to be alive. Most live modest lives and are content to be left alone. But some want more. They see what others have and strive for the top, often to their ruin. Take Japan. When I was young I admired Japanese art and wondered how such a beautiful country could have managed to get two atomic bombs dropped on it. Of course I knew about Pearl Harbor, but why did a small country like Japan provoke a colossus like the U.S into war. My father's oil tanker had been sunk by a pair of Japanese torpedoes in the war so he had given the matter some thought. All I retained of his explanation was that Japan had attacked Pearl Harbor because the US had stopped selling oil to Japan. An embargo on oil was part of Japan's frustration with the U.S., but it went further back. For centuries Japan had been content to isolate itself from the rest of the world while the shoguns fought each other for control of the countr
Currently rereading , "Blue Highways: A Journey Into America , " by William Least Heat Moon, pages 177-184, Least Moon enters the Chiricahua Mountains, while driving through the desert on a highway he only identifies as 'Blue Highway 9.' "The pavement made another right-angle turn and a deep rift in the vertical face of the Chiricahuas opened, hidden until the last moment. How could this place be? The constriction of the canyon was just wide enough for the road and a stream bank to bank with alligator juniper, pine, sycamore, and white oak. Trees covered the water and the roadway and cut the afternoon heat. Where the canopy opened, I could see canyon walls rising ... hundreds of feet. "Who but an artist could imagine a cool wet forest between rock formations in the desert?" 'Portal' was a few rock formations and not a human anywhere. Three miles up the canyon Least Heat Moon forded 'Cave Creek' and decided to camp along it under some tr