I enjoyed reading the “little note”, "End of an Era", with its short story of the men and the meat and the dancing girl and a link to an article Craig wrote about “real” charcoal, which reminded me of the smell of breadfruit roasting on “real” charcoal in my grandmother's “rustic” kitchen.
On the last day of Heisei I went on a little walk.
And I am walking. And a little girl dances. And the men eat gizzards. And the pizza toast is prepared. And the coffee is good. And the emperor abdicates. And Heisei ends.