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postcards from Utah...

postcards from Utah on my road trip many years ago got from gas station or souvenir shop... 
アメリカ、車で旅行途中 ガソリンスタンドかどこかで買ってずっと壁に飾っているポストカード
アーチーズNP 近くで買ったと記憶していますがポストカード裏には、OWACHOMO NATURAL BRIDGE と書いています。写メですが、黄ばんでいたのでちょっと白黒編集しました。(*^^*)



State I've visited アメリカで今まで行った州 

ネットの調査をしてみた.
アメリカで今まで行った州。。

as far as I remember.... mostly my visits are in California but many times in South West and Mid West...



Create Your Own Visited States Map


『The Night in the Coast Starlight』on BCCKS...

『The Night in the Coast Starlight』BCCKSでの配本と、他社へのストア配本設定完了しました! アメリカの英語のクラスで会話文を含めて短編を創作する、という課題で作った物で、ワープロで改めて清書していて、改めてこんなこと書いていたのか.... と照れてしまいました.笑
It is a short travel essay that I created during the Creative writing class (English 2) at the Academy of Art University, San Francisco. This assignment was a practice of using "conversation" in the essay. To me as a non Native English speaker it was hard to think of the colloquial words and write them (don't know how to spell) so I remember that I asked many times ESL tutors about it.  This story is based on my own experience, but created as fiction. Some scenes are bashful to read about it even though it was just a friendship story.... lol 
link to the bccks book page.
http://bccks.jp/bcck/135848/info




The Night in the Coast Starlight』 artist tomo著




short essay, The Night in the Coast Starlight

The Night in the Coast Starlight
After a week of vacation visiting my aunt in Seattle in 2000, I was talking an Amtrak train back to San Francisco. This was the first time I had traveled on Coast Starlight. The engine had trouble, and I go stuck at Seattle station for an hour. During a twenty-five hour trip, I tried to kill time any way I could think of: eating my aunt’s homemade sandwich; looking the coast view from the observation deck; being annoyed by kids running around the cars; reading a book; and listening to my CD player. I had tried, but I still felt lonely. When the sun dropped, the air that leaked out from a crack in the ceiling got me chilly. Isn’t it supposed to be more comfy than an airplane? I wondered. I could only afford to purchase a regular coach ticket, so I had to spend a night with a bunch of strangers. Unlike San Francisco, most of the passengers were Caucasian and this fact made me feel uncomfortable also. A high school kid was sitting next to me for half of my…