George Pyle: Those people are not talking to you

One of my brothers lit off for Japan many years ago, when a friend said a starving artist could support himself there by teaching English. He picked up the lingo, married a Japanese woman and his short-term adventure turned into a long-term residence.On one of their visits to the family back in the U.S., my brother and his wife were sitting in a corner whispering to one another in Japanese, probably commenting on some goofy American cultural idiosyncrasy. After a bit of this, my father looked at