J, whom I met at university. He was in all my English classes. He was 71, and auditing the classes, but he was a sharp one. I befriended him and his wife, and helped them move into a beautiful apartment overlooking the cityscape. They both knew Japanese, and owned a small house in Japan. They had raised their son there. The last I heard from them, they were taking a small trailer and traveling the north American continent. True adventurists. I miss them.