Well, I never did get to meet the Japanese exchange students. They’ve gone home after their rainy week in Hooterville. I wonder if they’ll go home and tell everyone that California is cold, rainy, and full of junk (the former owner of the property we all live on was an avid junk collector for decades, and I can tell you for a fact that he didn’t take it with him). But my landlord’s daughters had a great time with them, even though the visitors couldn’t speak English. Girl talk, it seems, is the universal language.