Six months after my wife, Rena, and I moved to this area, we were at a campground with just five people: the neighborhood association president, Mr. Sugiura; the vice president, Mr. Otsuka; and the accountant, Mr. Kashiwagi. We'd initially been told that everyone was going to join us, but the presidents were chatting away while ogling my wife's body with lustful eyes. My wife, oblivious to what was going on, was chatting away with the presidents, which made me so angry that I ended up fighting with her. The vice president...