http://cs.newhampshire.com/blogs/new_hampshire_to_japan/archive/2007/11/10/The-breast-shrine.aspxWe stopped at the breast shrine on the way to Nichinan City, sister city to Portsmouth, N.H. (See my story about Nichinan in the Nov. 11 New Hampshire Sunday News.) The Udo shrine was tucked into the cliffs of the southern Kyushu coastline. Our taxi passedenCommunityServer 2.1 (Build: 60809.935)http://cs.newhampshire.com/blogs/new_hampshire_to_japan/archive/2007/11/10/The-breast-shrine.aspx#5922Sat, 17 Nov 2007 00:47:02 GMT7b375189-dcc7-4af7-b4d3-2fc751a0220e:5922LeeI have so enjoyed travelling to Japan this week (sorry to miss the real time events) with you. I expect I would enjoy anything you write but especially appreciate the chance to visit far off places.http://cs.newhampshire.com/blogs/new_hampshire_to_japan/archive/2007/11/10/The-breast-shrine.aspx#5968Thu, 22 Nov 2007 02:15:14 GMT7b375189-dcc7-4af7-b4d3-2fc751a0220e:5968Roland SabourinYour story is very interesting: good reading and good writing. One of the most interesting sidelights of the Russian, Japanese war was the travels and travails of the Russian navy that departed the Baltic, passing in review before Nicholas I, two ships rammed into each other, on their journey to engage the Japanese navy. It has been so many years ago that I read the story of this lamentable trip that I have forgotten the author and book title. The Russian navy, after months of traversing the long route to the area of Japan, was annihilated in one battle as a result of a gross tactical error. They were the victim of the old Navy adage,"Don't get caught crossing the T." This story is must reading, especially for the coastal folks of NH. http://cs.newhampshire.com/blogs/new_hampshire_to_japan/archive/2007/11/10/The-breast-shrine.aspx#6528Thu, 10 Jan 2008 18:19:39 GMT7b375189-dcc7-4af7-b4d3-2fc751a0220e:6528Nancy FultonI immediately connected with your comments about the pink ribbon which you threw into the compost heap. Perhaps it's because of the military-like jargon surrounding cancer, and the industry that goes so quickly into action on one's behalf; the many presumptions; and, as you say, the feeling of being made trivial by a mass movement which presumes to speak for all...