Recently, a relative discovered some pictures of my grandparents tucked away in an attic somewhere and mailed them to my parents. The above picture is of my Grandpa Carl (whom I’m named after), taken outside his barracks sometime during World War Two– probably 1943-ish. I never met him– he died years before I was born. But seeing pictures of him that I had never seen before got me thinking about a bunch of things…including the existence of anime and manga.
Which probably seems weird, but will hopefully make sense by the end of this. Continue reading On Being An American Otaku