February 23, 1998 |
The Olympic caldron went out in Nagano on Sunday night, and, no, it wasn't because of a blizzard or a freezing monsoon. The Survivalist Games, the first Winter Olympics to almost get called on account of winter, came to their designated conclusion on time, amazingly with all the Alpine ski events completed a good 28 hours before the closing ceremony.
February 22, 1998 |
You saw them everywhere here, wearing their two-tone gray recyclable uniforms and 1,000-watt smiles, the Nagano volunteers. They are the young and not-quite-young people who handled a thousand tasks in helping Olympic events get done and visitors get where they wanted to go. Among all that goes with these all-but-over Olympics, theirs might have been the toughest, and least understood, job here. For in Japan, it has not been cool to volunteer.
February 20, 1998 |
You should have been here the other night, for the party. Flood party, that is. In one of The Times' apartments at the Yanagimachi press village. Some of us were already "home" and sacked out, but Ross Newhan was returning late from a long, hard day of Olympic coverage. Good thing he was late or we all would have awakened in floating beds. As Ross strolled down our long central hallway in his Olympic- issue slippers, he noticed it was raining.
February 18, 1998 |
In America, standing near a fourth-story, avenue-facing window with no clothes on in the afternoon would be considered indecent exposure. It probably would carry a stiff fine, maybe jail time. Yet, there I was Sunday, naked as a babe, stepping into a Japanese public bath as buses sped by on the street below. I was enjoying a luxury known here as onsen. Now, my motel is not equipped with a public bath. In fact, when I inquired about onsen, the manager pointed to my bathroom sink and giggled.
February 12, 1998 |
Sights, sounds and experiences of Nagano: * Before going up the mountain, a hearty breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon and French fries. * Houses of all sizes and shapes, stuck into any available space and close enough together to qualify for removal to San Francisco. * Comfortable buses with cut-glass light fixtures, reclining seats, trays and cup holders, TV sets and white-gloved drivers who thank you for riding.
CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
February 12, 1998 |
You say "toe-MAY-toe," I say "toe-MAH-toe." And they say "NAHG-a-no," we say "nah-GAH-no." That's the mournful tune being sung in Nagano-surnamed households across Los Angeles this week as the Winter Olympics from Nagano, Japan, are beamed into living rooms all over town. Japanese Americans whose last name is Nagano say that television commentators from the Olympic site are mispronouncing their name.