Friday, March 11, 2011

Why Japan is Going to be Okay


He's not my brother, but he is heavy. Photo from Reuters.com

Last night Steve and I were sitting at the pub like we do most every Thursday night.  The news of the earthquake and tsunami in Japan was fresh on the news, and played-out on the television hanging above the bar. We watched as the water came ashore, but the footage was of rural farmland and really, it looked rather anti-climatic. We talked about how fortunate it was that the epicenter was fairly near to the coast, because  the close proximity wouldn't allow the waters to swell to bombastic heights.

In short, we obviously didn't know what the hell we were talking about.

Then at work this morning, while watching more of the devastation on TV, a bellman came down to the basement and said a guest had told him, “God was punishing Japan for bombing Pearl Harbor." I'm glad I wasn't around to witness the actual comment, because I probably would have lost my job.

The 8.9 magnitude earthquake that rocked Miyagi Prefecture, near Sendai, was one of the five largest quakes ever recorded.  The ensuing tsunami added a second blow, along with nearly one-hundred aftershocks. It's a grim situation over there, and my heart aches for the people of Japan.

But...

The Japanese are some of the most awesome people on earth. Over the next few days and weeks I think you'll see the country of Japan at their finest hour. In the years following The Second World War—after the United States dropped two atomic bombs on the country—Japan became the epitome definition of “resilient," and this was long before the word (along with the term “ground zero") was associated with New York City and 9/11.

With search and rescue, recovery, and rebuilding efforts, Japan is facing it's largest undertaking since post World War II, and they will no doubt excel and succeed, because that's what they do.  And just like they did in the postwar years, they'll have a little help from their friends. It has yet to be announced how much money the U.S. will contribute to the aid of Japan, but I bet it will be more than the 2.5 billion dollars we gave them in the years after the atomic bombs were dropped. Did you know the U.S. gave so much money to Japan after we dropped the bombs? We did, and I suppose it made some high-up American brass feel better about themselves, especially after killing so many women and children.

As I write this, the estimated death toll is at a thousand, but it will most likely rise, although probably not to a fraction when compared to the 230,000 people who died in the Indonesia earthquake/tsunami of 2004. Since Japan is an earthquake-prone country—and a lot more modernized than Indonesia—the country was more prepared for the event, and their steps to protect themselves against Mother Nature's wrath will undoubtedly be reflected with a relatively low death toll—and thankfully.

“Tsunami" is a Japanese word. It means "harbor wave," although I think that's putting it lightly.

I was in Japan a few years ago and I totally fell in love with the country. Their respectful culture, integrity, humbleness, and excellent food are just a few things I love about the Land of the Rising Sun.

Oh yes, Japan will be alright, I know it will be. It has to be. They've faced this scenario before, although the first time was due to a despicable crime against humanity, and not from a natural occurrence. Out of the ashes Japan rebuilt, and the land became one of the most respected, powerful and influential countries in the world. They'll do it again, and this time even better than before. That's Japan. Will there be looting and pillaging in the days ahead? I seriously doubt it because it's simply not in their nature. Japan isn't like us—they're actually better, and in many ways. 

To Junko, Mr. Matsumoto, Mr. Matano, Mr. Tomita, and to the rest of my Japanese friends, you're in my thoughts and I hope you and your families are safe. Please take comfort in knowing this disaster and devastation that your country is coping with was indeed an act of nature, and not a malevolent act of hatred or revenge brought upon by an angry God, or by a presumptuously self-righteous country that attempted to act like a God.

FiN.

17 Transferred Comments:

  1. Will
    March 15, 2011 at 10:30 am (edit)
    War is universally horrific…it brings out the worst in everyone. Japan did unforgiveable, terrible things in WWII. America did horrible, unforgiveable things in WWII and several other conflicts (Manifest Destiny…you wanna talk about the holocaust, at least it wasn’t successful. America has sucessfully committed genocide). Humans are all naturally despicable. Everyone’s hands are dirty. Picking sides just shows denial.
    ps – However, my mind and soul do go out to the Japanese right now. This has nothing to do with war. They need the world’s support right now, not criticism.
  2. Roger
    March 13, 2011 at 6:50 am (edit)
    Our Dad would, and IS, so proud of you little brother.
  3. March 13, 2011 at 4:06 am (edit)
    That a terrible things like the bombing of Nagasaki and Hiroshima can create such heated conflict so many years after the fact speaks worlds to me about the fruitlessness of war as a means of conflict resolution.
    My thoughts are with the people of Japan as well, and I can only hope that the belief that Japan is being punished in some way isn’t something that is widely held.
  4. Tyge
    March 12, 2011 at 11:32 pm (edit)
    Thank you Rebecca. I really appreciate your comments.
    Harry S. Truman and I share the same birthday, although he has me by quite a few years. Do you know what the “S” in his name stands for? Absolutely nothing.
    Stay well, and stay safe.
  5. Tyge
    March 12, 2011 at 11:24 pm (edit)
    Thanks for reading John, and thanks for your comment. I whole-heartedly agree with you.
    “A patriot must always be ready to defend his country from it’s government.”
    I forget who said that, and too lazy to wiki it, but it seems appropriate here.
    Thanks again.
  6. John Copeland
    March 12, 2011 at 6:20 pm (edit)
    A friend turned me on to your blog and I appreciate your writing style and that you are willing to speak your mind.
    I agree that the Japanese will come back again stronger than ever and hopefully we will all learn something from what has happened to them.
    So many Americans think that we are the best, the brightest, and most righteous and everything can be justified in the name of Patriotism. My Country… right or wrong… was a cry in the 60′s during the Vietnam war. Blind allegiance without thought, consideration or remorse is a sad and dangerous state of mind.
    I also believe the bombing of Hiroshima was overkill. (literally)
    However I do think it was important at that time in history to show the Japanese, and to show the world that it did exist. However I’m sure a better location could have been found to show the possibilities of such a powerful and destructive weapon.
  7. Tina
    March 12, 2011 at 6:07 pm (edit)
    Well said Tyge. It is a shame that many disregard compassion for fellow humans in favor of a gross need for power.
  8. Ken
    March 12, 2011 at 8:49 am (edit)
    Nice. I’ll remember those who died helping to bring an end to the terrible conflict.
  9. Ken
    March 12, 2011 at 8:47 am (edit)
    Causalities of war? Really? I look forward to your writing of the resilient Chinese people.
  10. Tyge
    March 12, 2011 at 8:26 am (edit)
    Oh, and I did listen to my father. Thanks for the suggestion though.
  11. Tyge
    March 12, 2011 at 8:16 am (edit)
    A prime example of more casualities of war.
  12. Ken
    March 12, 2011 at 7:56 am (edit)
    Great… You should have listened more to your father.
  13. Rebecca
    March 12, 2011 at 5:20 am (edit)
    Thank you for your article. I offer my prayers and support to our resilient Japanese planetary brothers and sisters. I don’t find your article judgemental in any way of WW11 veterans. I guess this just goes to show how deep the effects of war can be on people. All wars, destruction, ‘recovery’ offer the human spirit to grow to a higher place. Some do, some don’t. May we grow together during these Earth Changes as we meet this incredible destruction. What happens to one of us, happens to us all. Some folks apparently don’t understand that, as well. Love to all.
  14. Rebecca
    March 12, 2011 at 5:06 am (edit)
    Thank you for sharing this caring insight. I am impressed with the compassion and organization of the people of this Island. I offer my prayers and support to them at this time. May we all live in peace. We are all ONE. I don’t think your article was JUDGEMENTAL of WW 11 vets…simply stating that this event made the Japanese people come together and develop compassion in their personalities. Don’t worry, most of us, will understand and see the bigger story here. (and, I just happen to be a huge Harry Truman fan…not that I agreed with the decision that he made. One of history’s big debates.)
  15. Tyge
    March 11, 2011 at 11:54 pm (edit)
    My father was a World War II veteran, and as a photographer, he documented the aftermath of the atomic bombs dropped on Japan, so please don’t tell me about something you think I “know so little about,” especially after I’ve met with A-bomb survivors, reluctant American Veterans (yes, there are some, as my Dad was one), and have researched beyond the American propaganda that’s written in OUR history books.
    I was simply stating that after rebuilding from the devastation of the atomic bombs, Japan can most certainly get past this catastrophe.
    “Stupid fuck?” Those words say a lot more about you than me.
    Thanks for sharing though.
    PS. I have no idea what you were trying to say in your second sentence.
  16. Ken
    March 11, 2011 at 11:37 pm (edit)
    Unless you are a World War II veteran – don’t ever judge the men who decided to bring the horrible war to an end with the atomic bomb. You won’t this lie they made that decision so lightly. You stupid fuck.
    A tragedy has taken place. Focus on that and not on another tragedy such as a world war and a subject that you know so little about. Bring up the Atomic Bomb? You’re no better than the idiot that you quoted about Pearl Harbor.
  17. junko
    March 11, 2011 at 9:18 pm (edit)
    Arigato, Tyge. You are my best American friend.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Confessions of a Bellman - Job Security


Last week I did a room-change. Sometimes when a guest checks-in late—and the hotel is overbooked—the room the person reserved isn't available. The hotel usually compensates by not charging the guest to stay the night in another room, since that room isn't what the guest had booked.  Come morning, they're told to leave their luggage by the door, and that a bellman will move the bags to their newly available and originally requested room. More times than not the bellman never gets to see the guest, hence room-changes are known among bellmen as "dead runs."
So that's what I did. I picked up some luggage in a room, and took it across the hotel to a different tower and dropped it off in another room.  I probably do three or four room-changes on an average day, and it's never been a big deal.
The next day I had to fill out a security report because the room where I delivered the luggage was the wrong room. Thankfully, it wasn't my fault. Whoever entered the room-change into the computer had entered the wrong room number, and the room I delivered the luggage to was actually already occupied by another guest. When that guest returned to her room and saw someone else's luggage, she freaked the fuck out.  The guest stated in her security report that two hundred dollars—that she had left on the coffee table—was now missing. The guest was a ranked player and a regular visitor to the hotel, and she was reimbursed the two hundred dollars, with apologies.
The next morning the same lady was checking-out of the hotel and called for a bellman. Just by coincidence, I was assigned the call. On the way to the room, I decided to play things cool and not mention the previous day's incident. I wanted to see if she would bring it up.
With her luggage on my cart, we descended down the elevator.
"How was your stay?" I asked.
"Oh, it was fine, except one of your coworkers stole two hundred dollars from my room."  She said.
"Yes, I heard about that. "
"You did?"
"Yes, because I was the bellman who put the stranger's luggage in your room."
The lady didn't know what to say. I think she was surprised I didn't look like a typical thief, you know, with a black mask over my eyes.
"Ma'am, I'm not saying you didn't lose two hundred dollars, but I want you to know I wasn't the one who took it. You don't last 15 years at a hotel if you steal stuff."
"Well, somebody took it."
I shrugged my shoulders.  "Well, at least the hotel settled things with you, right?"
"Yes, that they did."
I put her in a taxi, and she actually gave me a decent tip. I think she felt a tad-bit guilty.
Here's the thing I didn't tell her: Whenever I use my electronic pass-key to gain entry to a room, computers in the security office keep a log of it. They know what time a door to a room is opened, and when it closes. In my situation, security knew I had only spent 12 seconds with the door open, the exact time it took to place three bags in the wrong room. Security also knew that no one else—not a housekeeper or engineer—had been in the room.
So why did the hotel reimburse her the money? Because the customer is always right. Also, I think it's safe to say the hotel got it's two hundred dollars back—and then some—since she was a ranked gambler, and a regular guest of the hotel.

FiN.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Confessions of a Bellman - Celebrity Dog Poop

 
"Outside of a dog, man's best friend is a good book. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read." Groucho Marx
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Disclaimer from Tyge: This was a drunken conversation, held in jest. Harry the Warrant, nor myself, condone the kidnapping of people or animals—Canadian, British, or otherwise.
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"Tyge, what ya think about starting a kidnapping business with me?"
The voice belonged to Harry the Warrant, and he had sneaked up behind me at the bar. His arm was around my shoulder, and I could smell a combination of beer and Jagermeister on his breath.
"Someone already tried that with Steve Wynn's daughter and it didn't work," I said.
"I know, that kidnapper was a complete idiot," Harry replied.
"The Warrant" is Harry's nickname because every time the police check his identification, Harry tends to have an outstanding warrant, or two. It's always for minor infractions, like missing a court date for being intoxicated while in public. Harry is pretty much harmless though—he lost his driving privileges years ago. When he's drunk—which is pretty much whenever I see him—he's always thinking-up crazy shit. Last fall when I climbed Mount Charleston,  Harry told me about his plans to climb the highest peak on each of the seven continents. He had at least done some homework on the subject, and was able to rattle-off all the names of the summits, along with their altitudes. I told  him he should try climbing Mount Charleston first, since he's in no better physical shape than me, and being that Mount Charleston had kicked my ass.
"Kilimanjaro. I'm going to start with fucking Kilimanjaro," he replied.
"So who you thinking about kidnapping?" I asked.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe that Canadian Diva's kid."
"Little Charles?" He'd probably be too much of a handful to deal with."
"Okay then, what about Sir E.J.'s dog?"
"Arthur? That dog was Best Man in E.J.'s wedding—now you're onto something," I said.
"The dog's collar is like, embedded with jewels and shit. I hear it's worth a fucking ton of money," Harry said.
"Well, instead of kidnapping the dog, why not just steal the collar?"
You could see the drunk gears slowly turning in Harry's head.
I told “The Warrant" about how I used to walk Arthur, back when Sir E.J. was performing regularly at the hotel.  Every three hours or so, a bellman would have to go to the suite and get the dog—a very sweet and playful Cocker Spaniel—and walk him around the area behind the swimming pools, so the dog could take a shit. After walking him a few times though, I requested to be taken off the rotation because really, being a peon of a bellman is enough, and I didn't want "Dog Walker to the Stars" added to my list of minor accomplishments. Besides that, I was afraid Arthur would suddenly drop-dead while on my watch.
"Did you ever think about kidnapping the dog?" Harry asked.
"No, but I often thought about putting his poop on Ebay."
Harry's face lit up. "Dude, you could have totally video-tapped the dog taking a shit, ya know, as proof."
I nodded.
"I wonder what you could have got for a pile of celebrity dog shit on Ebay," Harry mused.
"I know exactly what I would've got," I said.
 “Fired."
FiN.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Reprisal of the Mind

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While in Michigan last month, my family attended the annual Clinton High School alumni banquet. Mom warned me that "Charles D." would probably be there too, and that last year he tried to get under her skin by asking about my deceased dad, and why Dad had sympathy toward the Atomic bomb victims of Japan.

As we entered the banquet room, I recognized Charles immediately—and I don't think I'd ever seen him before—at least not in the last twenty years or so. He looked to be in his seventies, with a stern face and squinty eyes. His eyebrows were bushy, and hair was growing out his ears. He looked like a grumpier, more unkempt version of an older Gregory Peck. His circa 1980's Member's Only jacket that he wore, complete with shoulder epaulets, made him look like a retired war General. He was no such thing however. Grandma had told me earlier that Charles D, a life-long resident of the town, had hardly ever ventured outside the state of Michigan, let alone the town of Clinton.

The banquet was well attended, and Mr. Steffens did an outstanding job as emcee. When reporting on the Graduation classes in attendance, he began with the oldest.
“Will the Class of 1924 please stand up.”

Grandma—all 103 plus years of her—rose to her feet, unassisted, and alone. Her fellow alumni cheered and clapped, and I smiled at her proudly. Having a Grandma who's also the oldest alumni of her high school has it's benefits—our table was picked to be the first to go to the food buffet.

The evening's entertainment was a local barbershop quartet, and they sang about 4 songs too many.

Afterward, when the banquet was adjourned, people gathered their things while socializing with each other. Talking with Mr. Steffens, I saw Charles approaching out of the corner of my eye.

"And who do we have here? Who is this man? I don't recognize you." Charles knew damn well who I was.

"Tyge O'Donnell," I said, shaking his hand.

"Oh, so you're the son of the man who bitched and whined about dropping the bombs on Japan."

My Irish temper started to boil and I clenched my fists. I managed to keep my composure, but wasn't sure how long I'd be able to keep it under control.

"That's me."

"Who could honestly believe that dropping those bombs was a bad idea?" Charles asked.

"Well, my father for one, me for two, and also a few million Japanese people." I answered.

I kept waiting for him to bring-up Pearl Harbor, how the Japanese started the war, and how by dropping the bombs, the U.S. merely finished it. I was ready for that argument, but it never came.

"I just don't understand what your dad was thinking," Charles lamented.

"Charles, did you ever serve your country?"

"What the hell, I'm not that old!"

"I'm not talking about World War II, I'm just asking if you served, you know, Korea? Vietnam? The National Guard? The Reserve? Any of those? Because if you did, I can understand your sentiments a little better."

"Uh, I... uh, yea... I served... in the Army."

"I don't think you did," I replied, remembering what Grandma had said earlier.
Suddenly the stern look on his face changed. A look of sympathetic frustration washed over him. He let out a sigh.

"Looking back," he said, "there just had to be another way, but hell, it was war. There was nothing else we could do. I wish things didn't happen that way... there could have been another way out of that war, I just don't know."

"I guess we'll never know," I said. "Are you perhaps a little jealous that after bombing Japan, they had the resilience to come back the way they did, and dominate the auto and technology industry for so long?"

"What the hell do you mean?" he asked, "Japanese cars will never last."

"Oh really? You're saying Toyota and Nissan aren't going to make it?"

"Never. Those cars dissolve."

"Dissolve?"

"Yes, dissolve. Haven't you ever looked under the seat of a Japanese-made car? All those springs, nuts and bolts—they all eventually dissolve!"

I unclenched my fists and relaxed. Charles D. was no longer the stern, grumpy warmonger that he had been a few minutes earlier. He was now just a fragile shell of a man, gradually slipping into senility, just as my Dad did towards the end of his life.

With her coat hanging on one arm and Grandma on the other, Mom sent Richard to rescue me.

"Come on Tyge, we gotta go."

"It was nice talking with you Charles, take care."

I patted him on his shoulder, just below the epaulet, and walked away.

FiN.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Confessions of a Bellman - Return to Me


The other day I helped a very cool woman with her luggage. She reminded me of a young Jan Levinson (played by Melora Hardin) from the TV show, The Office.
She was pretty and professional, and carried herself well. In town for a convention that was now over, she needed a taxi to the airport—and she was running very late. She was a bit spastic because she still needed to check-out, and she was also afraid the taxi-cab line would be long. I told her to check-out through the use of the TV (a copy of the bill would be emailed to her) and I assured her I could get a taxi immediately, despite the long line. She finally relaxed.
As we descended down the elevator, I asked how her stay was.
"Oh, just superb," she replied, "except Cher cancelled her show last night."
"She did?" I asked surprised.
"Yes, and at the very last second. Everyone was seated in the showroom and then the announcer said she was too sick to perform."
"That's a shame," I said as the elevator door opened, "ya know, when Celine Dion was here, she cancelled many times."
"Really?"
"Yup. One time, an hour after hearing she had cancelled her next three shows, I checked-in a family from the Philippines who had flown here  just to take their 14 year-old to see the show—it was the girl's birthday present."
"Wow, what did they do when you told them Celine cancelled?"
"Are you kidding me? I wasn't going to be the one to break the news to them! I delivered their luggage, showed them the room, brought them ice, and told them to enjoy their stay and the show."
"You didn't tell them about Celine?" she asked, laughing.
"No way! Train wreck avoided!"
"Well, I'm sure they had a good vacation despite not seeing the show."
"Yea, I'm sure they probably did... ya know, because Las Vegas is so well-geared for a 14 year-old kid."
The woman reacted to my semi-sarcastic remark with a sly and stern—yet flirtatious—smile.
I think she liked me.
"I bet you don't have children, do you?" she asked as she gave me a tip.
"You bet right," I said, "Las Vegas has another winner!"
As I closed the taxi-cab door, she was still laughing.
For the next few hours I hoped she'd come back to the hotel—after possibly missing her flight. She never returned though.
For once I think I did my job a little too well.
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FiN.