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Happy birthday, Frank! 🎂🎈🎉

I lived and loved my girlfriend Yoshiko for over a year. The plan was after my last year in the Navy , she would come to Maine to marry me. When the time came and everything was ready for her to come , she suddenly had a ton of excuses and after 3 months of trying to convince her , I gave up. I think the worse thing I did was to not teach her any English and to prepare her for the long trip from Japan to Maine alone. I had spent all my money on an apartment & vehicle and could not afford to go back to travel with her. I will confess the 50 person party was spread over about 10 hours because the bar could only hold 35 people at a time , LOL. I could write a book about the bar , which was almost like the TV show "Cheers". We had lots of wild adventures and strange characters who worked there and the customers who were regulars there. The owner (we called him "Master) was young , rich and well educated and a "Bruce Lee" of kendo. We had several fights involving knives where he took on and beat 3 or 4 opponents at once. The bar was called an underground/illegal bar because we did not close until 5AM and often was a hangout for low tier Yakuza. Although I didn't know it when I met her , my girlfriend who was from a tiny town 3 train hours away from Fukuoka was very rich. Her dad was a CEO of some big company and when he died , he left the family over a million dollar in insurance money. Her older brother was in banking & investment and bought in more money to the family. My job and position on base working in HFDF gave me a lot of time off so I got to travel all over Kyushu with my girl picking up the tab. My last 6 months there we rented a nice house in Fukuoka and I felt like a king.
 
A big cheers to Frank, thank you for keeping this place a safe place and wish for your good health. Really hope to meet up one day. Happy birthday.
 
Frank--I missed last year, so Happy Birthday, and Happy Birthday again!
 


Several of my 72 years have been spent here on JREF and it has added a lot of internet friends over those years. I joined JREF in the hope of finding a few old friends from my 2 years in Fukuoka; never did find them, but boy I made a lot of new friends here over the years. If I win the lottery someday , I might make it to Japan , LOL. I still remember my flight home from Japan in 1972. Took 23 hours and 7 military plane transfers to get home.
 
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Happy birthday, Uncle Frank!
Appreciate your hard work here, and I always enjoy reading your thoughts about your time in Japan.

(Also, I can only hope I'm still going as strong as you when I get to your age. )
 
Happy Birthday to Veteran from a Veteran , still living among those that with chopsticks
 
If only Japan had lots of guns and hunting , I'd still live there. 19 years of that life style in Maine brain washed me into thinking I could not live without it. The 2 years in Fukuoka gave me wonderful memories and a love for Japan and it's people that I will take to the grave with me.
 
I don't think the countryside has changed much here. Don't see too many with wells in their kitchen these days. LOL
I remember the night life in Shinjuku where the coffee jazz shops were the big thing. Coffee and cake for about 750 yen and listening to all the jazz albums for hours on. I also was there when inhaling tolunene (sp) by the young generation was popular on the streets of Shinjuku. Sadly as I look at all the homeless people on youtube these days in Osaka and Tokyo and elsewhere here, they seem to be the age of the sniffers back then.
 
Boy , that bought back memories. I worked on my off time as a bouncer at a bar called the "Pitt Inn". There was a hidden staircase in the back where glue sniffers would hide. I spent a lot of time kicking them out. We had a weird employee for a short time I caught selling some little white pills and we fired him and shortly after the cops caught him. He told the cops the bar was selling drugs and we got shut down for 3 weeks and used that time to redecorate. During that time my apartment was raided one morning about 5AM . They found nothing and none of them spoke English and I refused to speak Japanese. I figured that was the end of it. About 2 weeks later I got called into the base police station. There were 2 agents from the tax bureau who spoke perfect English. They wanted to know why I had US alcohol in my apartment(20 bottles assorted). I told them they were for my going away party(left 1 month later). They questioned me about everyone I worked with at the bar and I told them they were all crime free nice people and after about an hour of talking to me , they left. Never had anymore dealing with police after that.
 
Most people on the forum don't realize Japan really had a bad drug problem in the early 70's and it was right out in the open.
You probably remember the beer machines at every street corner. Well they started to disappear I think about 22 years ago. Also all the sexy adds in the trains. I forgot actually if the girls were topless, but maybe. Change of culture stopped that also , but I don't know when that happened.
 
When I got there in 1970 , it was a young guys heaven. Mini skirts were in. It seemed all the single girls were on the pill. Because American & British music were popular , so were gaijin males. The US dollar bought 360Y and they paid me $80US extra to live off base. Even with all the military guys in Fukuoka , I never ran into drugs too often , but it seems both Japanese and Americans all carried illegal knives. I never did see one used , just waved around. Almost all the glue sniffers I saw were around 18 years old. Funny , I never once saw any pot on or off base. Another great thing were tons of taxies who would turn the meter off to take us to and from base to town. The Navy got even with me for those 2 wonderful years by sending me to Adak Island for my last year , just eat sleep & work with no women near the single men's area.
 
How long were you on Adak, Frank?
 
One year. I always felt it was punishment for putting in my papers to marry my Japanese girlfriend. Within a week of putting in my request , I got orders to Adak. I lucked out that the new base chaplain needed a yeoman who could type and I worked for him while there. There were around 1200 guys and no women and no recreation to speak of. I spent most of my off time making reel to reel music tapes made from swapping records with other guys there. The only TV stations was black & white for about 6 hours a day of poor quality reruns. I didn't want to spend a lot of money hunting or fishing , because you could take leave after 6 months and I used it to return to Japan for 2 weeks.
 
Yes, Okinawa and Japan during the Vietnam War really was nice place for us soldiers at the time. In Okinawa I spent my time in the dojo's, both judo and karate. Then I was transferred to Yokota Air Base for the remaining time in the Air Force. I took my separation in Japan and was given one year free air ticket back to the States at that time. Funny thing is, I really forgot the actual pay I was getting at my rank. I wonder what service pay is these days are like.
 
I never had to worry about money when I was there. I'd been there about 10 months when I met the love of my life. She always insisted on paying for her half of things we did. About 6 months after I met her I found out her dad was a CEO of some big banking firm and left here around 1 million US when he died. Her older brother also worked for the same firm and always gave her a big allowance. The last 6 months I was there , she bought a really nice big house in Fukuoka for us.I look back on it all now and think I was crazy to expect she would have moved to Maine with me , LOL. If my life in Maine had not been so wonderful , I would think I made a mistake leaving Japan. I ended up with my super great wife from England(blind date) and doing well with my dad's automotive business for around 25 years. Other than the pandemic , retired life is good for my wife and I now. I hope my Japanese girlfriend had as good a life as I have.
 
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