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Wikipedia does not have an English page for Shin-Shimashima Station.
Which is interesting, because the train fans have spent years making hundreds of new pages for each and every train station in Japan. There’s a page for both of the unused stations in the underwater tunnel between Aomori and Hokkaido. There’s a page for both stations at Narita Airport, because each requires a separate entry. There’s a page for every station on the Hokuriku Line, and the smallest of those stations probably service a population of 28 each. There is, of course, a page for that station that had only one passenger every day.
There is no page for Shin-Shimashima Station. Not remarkable enough or important enough to foreign tourists, I suppose. So on this trip around Nagano, I said let’s go there.
Politics on the social networks
It rained during my hike around Norikura Kogen today, and it was a good fifteen degrees Celsius cooler than I planned for, so I took very few pictures of the trip, which I’ll add to tomorrow’s post. But on my 5K walk nearly one mile above sea level, I was thinking about politics for some reason.
I won’t post too much about politics on this blog. This is about my writing, my life in Japan, some soccer, and whatever other fun stuff comes to mind. And if you know me, you already know who I’m supporting this November. No, this post is more about friendships.
This isn’t meant to justify anyone’s boorish behavior on the social networks, especially mine. Rather, I thought it would be a good guide going forward for anyone who engages in heated discussion with friends. I think if you ask yourself the questions listed below when your politics get hot, and you find the answers are acceptable, you should be well covered, and no one, let alone you, should think less of you.
Heart
So, I’m packing for a trip to a conference in Baltimore, and this is always a good opportunity to fill the luggage with old stuff I don’t need so I can bring it with me to the States and put it in storage. As I’m going through boxes in my closet, I find an old camera bag from a digital camera I had way back in 2004. In the side pocket was this:
