|About the Book|
When I was in high school, I worked really hard. I was going to get a scholarship to a good school and get out of the Missouri Ozarks. I was going to be a Mechanical Engineer.I got a National Merit Scholarship to Rice University, and studiedMoreWhen I was in high school, I worked really hard. I was going to get a scholarship to a good school and get out of the Missouri Ozarks. I was going to be a Mechanical Engineer.I got a National Merit Scholarship to Rice University, and studied Mechanical Engineering for two years. Then I switched majors. There are several explanations for this:1. I sucked at engineering.2. Engineering was boring, and there were no ladies in the classes.3. My roommates, who were also my classmates in engineering classes, kicked me out of the room for being a jerk, and then I did not have anybody to study with.Whichever of these is the proper answer makes no difference now. I went to a Job Fair with my useless English major one day, and a dude from Tokyo told me all about the Japan Exchange and Teaching Program. Japan would send me overseas to teach kids, they would pay me well, give me insurance, provide a house, and there would be Japanese girls there too!They had me at “Japanese girls.”I moved to Japan in 1996, and lived near Hiroshima until all opportunities to renew my contract expired. I had a fantastic time in Hiroshima. I had the opportunity to sit around and reflect on my college education and my childhood. It was like prison, except less “rapey.” And I met my wife. Who is awesome! And remarkably, is still married to me after all the mean things I said here…But sometimes I did get lonely, so I wrote a chain email to my college buddies. I called it the “Mack Line of Love.” Gradually, it picked up readers. These are the emails I could salvage.The time line here is three years in Japan, 18 months in Monterey, CA, where I got a Master’s Degree in English Teaching, and then back to Nagoya to be a professor for three more years.