Something I Remember

My Great Uncle Jack, who has since passed, had a short conversation with me at a wedding once that I will never forget. About 80-years-old and looking 65, he was sitting at a table with another uncle of mine. I was sitting just below them on some sort of ledge on the ground eating a dessert. We started talking about foreign cars and how they took over a long time ago. My Uncle Jack was going on and on about the greatness of Japanese car business with his two sentence comments equaling that of most people's bumbling four sentences. I finally asked him, "So why don't you have a Japanese car?" He replied, "Because they tried to kill me during the war."

The other uncle at the table was my Uncle Hidenori "Hank" Fukui.