I awoke the Monday after Fathers Day to this Facebook message from one of our Tokyo karate instructors:  Did you feel the earthquake? Are you okay?  My nightmare from our first night in Japan had come true. Luckily, we’d missed it by a day, as it occurred near Osaka, and we were in Miyajima.  However, our trip’s longest Shinkansen ride–from Hiroshima to Tokyo–was supposed to occur that day and give us an early enough arrival time to see the Samurai Museum and have several hours to enjoy the…