My father used to talk about Sasebo often. My father met my mother in the south of Japan when stationed at Itazuke AB. Older sis and younger brother were born in Japan on Air Bases. I recall bits of the '58-62 time in Misawa up north. I still remember the cold winter days and the street vendors selling fire roasted sweet potatoes from hand pushed carts with makeshift ovens. I can still smell the sweet potatoes.