My father piloted one of the first American airplanes to land in Japan after their surrender in WWII. As he parked the C47 cargo plane, a Japanese man approached on a bicycle.

Hanging from the top tube of his bike was a sign that read “Watanabe Trucking Company.” He was looking for work.

“Do you even have a truck?” asked my father through an interpreter.

“No,” replied the man, “but my son will.”

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