Kii Ōshima
Kii Ōshima (紀伊大島) is an island lying 1.8 km off Cape Shionomisaki, the tip of the Kii Peninsula and the southernmost point of Honshū, Japan. It falls under the administration of the town of Kushimoto in Wakayama Prefecture. About 2000 people live on Kii Ōshima.
The island has an area of 9.66 km² and measures 26 km around. Its east-west extent is 8 km, and its north-south extent is 2.5 km.
A series of three arch bridges connects Kii Ōshima to Honshū. The road over the bridges opened to through traffic on September 8, 1999.
The Japan-U.S. Friendship Memorial Hall on the island commemorates the visit of the trade vessels Lady Washington, under Captain John Kendrick, and Grace, under William Douglas, in 1791. These ships and their crews were the first to visit Japan from the young nation.
The Kushimoto Turkish Memorial and Museum commemorates the victims of the sunken Ottoman frigate Ertuğrul.
The town of Kushimoto operates the two schools on the island. They are Ōshima Elementary School and Ōshima Middle School.
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Ketchum
by: Ben LeeR.J. Johnson/B. Lee
Today I got my call from Ketchum Idaho
From Hemingway and railways and whiskey wine and snow
But if you've never been in pain before then I guess you wouldn't know
I'm leaving in a while now for Ketchum's icy sting
To walk and fish and write some songs, to stay up late and drink
And if I stay there long enough then I'll never feel a thing
And Ketchum will be good to you if are strong and brave
She caters to the melancholy every single day
And babbles like a drunk old man unloading all his pain
I'll lock myself in Ketchum's stare I'll make her my whole world
I'm gonna roam the Ketchum streets to find a Ketchum girl
And then I'll let her break my heart 'cos that's all that I do well
The valley will become my home her hills will keep me safe
I'll give her songs about my soul when there's no soul left to take
And I'll forget I ever lived in any other place
And it may seem inevitable I would love this fate
So beautiful and tragic and her heroes can't escape
And Hemingway he shot himself one July evening late
But me I couldn't bring myself to bloody Ketchum's name
Underneath her passion boils, never spoils surface tame
I'll slowly let her kill me with her lonely wind and rain