Somewhere after Omaha my cute, little, red, Japanese, flip phone stopped working. I hoped that it would start working again when I returned to Japan, it didn’t. With my limited Japanese, it is impossible for me to communicate with NTT DoCoMo, my cell phone company. Rick took it to work and gave his secretary; and mine, I suppose, since she does all kinds of things for me; the assignment to talk to the phone service. So after a few days I asked Rick for an update. Well…my phone is in the shop. Not the answer I was hoping for. A new phone would have been nice. Rick said he was bringing home a loaner with my sim card in it. I thought he would show up with my phone in a black version because I know that the company has some. I wasn’t so lucky. Begin playing the Star Wars theme song here. He brought home the Storm Trooper Phone. I really haven’t seen a phone this big or ugly in a long time. My camera is a Sony touch screen and the phone is twice as thick and 1/2 longer. It won’t even fit in the cell phone pocket in my purse. I hope I get little red back soon! In the meantime, maybe I have Darth Vader’s number in my phonebook now.