Kunita consulted at the hotel front and a cheerful African-American driver would drove us back. He knew we were nervous, and kept talking kindly to us, but we were so sorry that we couldn’t talk back with our English ability.

So much surprised that he didn’t know “Peanuts” or “Snoopy” at all as we believed there was no American who didn’t know about it. Since he didn’t know even about Peanuts, he could never understand why we were visiting Minneapolis or St. Paul in winter. Thanks to him, we arrived back to our hotel okay.