Aloha Again

Three monkeys on an island.

Last week, this summer’s grand tour took us to the biggest of the Hawaiian, or as they were once known, the Sandwich Islands (cue mental image of trees laden with BLTs, Reubens, and Italian subs). Imagine if that name had stuck, and our 50th state was called the Sandwich Islands, or maybe just Sandwich. It seems like a whole different world. Our current president would be a native Sandwichian. There would be a TV show called “Sandwich 5-0” and a beverage called “Sandwich Punch,” which is just plain confusing.

This is the kind of thought that tends to drift through your mind in a place like Hawaii, where the tropical atmosphere (combined of course with the drinking and smoking) quickly induces a dissociative state. A week passed in a pleasant blur, and while there was a certain amount of touring and beachgoing, there was also a lot of sitting on the lanai with a glass of wine in hand.

And in truth the indolence has not entirely worn off…so that’s all for now. Aloha, and I really mean that.

2 Responses to “Aloha Again”

  1. The Old Man in KS Says:

    I guess this explains the lack of new posts for the last 3 weeks.

  2. Merle Baggard Says:

    Yeah., what he said.

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