I miss Obon -- seriously. I lived right across the street from a Buddhist temple, and they always placed the drum stand almost in our driveway (the street was blocked off). Loved it. I always wanted to jump in the dance line but was never brave enough. They taught all the dances before the big weekend. Kind of hard of you are one of the few hakujin (whites) in the crowd. It was always a sign to us that summer was nearly over and school was about to begin. Sigh.. memories..
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