Soul of Japan 1 One evening, after a remarkably long faculty meeting at St. Joe's, I dropped into Terrell's to relax. Eric was sitting at the table near the faux fireplace. He noticed me and shouted my name. I had wanted a quiet drink, but with Eric yelling at the top of his lungs, I had no choice. "Sit down, sit down, Charley. I finished it." "It?" "Something completely different." Ayumi came over to take my order. "Chardonnay and a plate of assorted cheeses." "And put it on my tab, Ayumi," Eric insisted. Now I felt compelled to read his something different work, despite my brain being drained by the endless faculty meeting. "This story is completely different," he said, pushing the manuscript toward me. "From what?" "You know, the usual travelogue tales. This story will elevate you. To a spiritual and psychological plane—one that transcends the ordinary." "All that in just four page...