So I’m off to Japan tomorrow for 10 days. Never been. Never really wanted to go–too expensive, too modern, too crowded–until I realized I had more than enough NWA miles to go for free. September, according to Lonely Planet is the rainiest month there. Will I find soaked and dour salarymen there, pushing onto the subways and squeegeeing each other’s trenchcoats, essentially, being so packed together? Will the pompadoured rockabilly punks still hang outside in the showers? September is also one of the few times of the year for sumo matches. Will I find my way to the fat men? Stay tuned.