Twenty years ago today I landed in Tokyo and made my slow way into Keisei Ueno on the kakueki train because I didn't know it wasn't the Skyliner, in spite of my many months of anxious preparation for the trip. Twenty years is a quarter of a pretty long lifetime; some things have changed since, though not as many as I'd like. Of course I knew nothing then, and for months was totally freaked out by Tokyo, the city I was completely comfortable in barely a year later. Steep learning curves and all. Wouldn't do it again; wouldn't do something like that again; but rather wish I was someone else who would do that again, and do it differently.