“Shame on you!” Those are the last words my father said to me. Shouted across 3,600 miles, as the crow flees, a few months before Barbenheimer.He's not dead, mind you, though he may be by the time you read this. Take that, r/LiminalSpace! ((And thanks, “Monster Talk,” for talking to Lana Hall, who name-dropped that subreddit recently.))As soon as I ghosted him (r/ghosting), my old man started haunting me. This is tricky because I don't believe in ghosts, spirits, or even souls. And remember, he's still alive.The temporal problem is no problem at all if you're familiar with East Asian folklore. Maybe you know through family. Maybe you know through predatory student loans and an unleverageable undergrad major. I'm in the latter camp. No, not those camps where they rounded up Japanese Americans—two-thirds of whom were, ahem, U.S. citizens—during World War II. I never visited Heart Mountain Relocation Center while working as a beat reporter in Wyoming. I did, however, see Ryan Park, where…
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