Local park curator and greenway keeper, ‘Boathouse’ Bill made sure we had the event on our calendar and Dawg loves the Frisbee Toss Competition so… out of retirement — an encore performance! Even though we are strictly amateurs Dawg is the crowd pleaser. I suppose it’s the sight of 100 lbs. o’fur accelerating and then launching with air under all four, whilst focusing on plucking the saucer mid flight. The ringers in the crowd are low built hyper quick Australian cattle dogs. Very efficient. They hustle without distraction. Even still our boy scored points agin’em. Fetch it dawg!

B.O.U.R.Girl ran into a baring teeth stray on the trail backside. Everyone’s hackles went up and she collected a weapon for a chance mighty swing when the cur mutt wisely backed down. Course it may have helped that she’d just finished reading: The Red Zone

B.O.U.R.Girl found herself charged with 3 dogs for a morning hour, two of which were hyper and ill trained. Unleashed to the backpatio deck would have spelled property damage. A 3 mile jog through the park circuit whipped them in line. All she was missing to complete the look was a white | black spotted fur.

HBO (cable) had a docu-special on the ‘famous’ Ali – Frasier fight March, 1971. My recollection of the match, live, was that it was big. Two great, powerful men. Lot’s of money at stake. Lot’s of media frenzy slash promotion. That’s basically all it was, but history replay is quite different today. They say it was about the black man trying to rise up. Uncle Tom. Handsome and crafty, ugly and stupid. Draft dodger vs. establishment. Maybe those were east coast issues. I missed that part.

Our FA, savvy to the left-over Krispie Kremes in the lobby kitchenette, decides to rescue a couple. They are a bit stale late in the day but 20 seconds in the microwave performs restoration. “U want one too?”,she asks the FO. “Naw —” he says. “I’d go right to my hips…” he jabs. He helps himself to some fresh fruit from a basket instead. She downs them lustily but at 0500 the next morning, when we again meet it’s breakfast. She’s has a memory like a trap. Our hapless FO has his’ self a plate full of split biscuits smothered in Chip Sausage Gravy. EuuuEeee. She’s still smarting from yesterday… Do you think she took her best shot?

…grapevine to yer right, grapevine to yer left – heel heel toe toe – heel toe – ball change – boogie woogie woogie woogie, stomp, scuff… First born child is having a swinging time LINE DANCING to her favorite country tunes. Even S’man picked up some culture this afternoon when he went to the buffet line and decided to sample the “potatoe salad”. He shoulda read the label, which didn’t mention potatoes at all — Waldorf 😮

I stand corrected, by one who knows. Whereas the local informal greeting among the Hawaiian was ‘Hey Brah’ as opposed to ‘Hey Bro’ — both are now acceptable. Proper display of the high sign (that is with all fingers folded except for the thumb and pinky finger) is with one wrist flick only and hand held low down at belt level.

I was poking fun of the poor grammar on the signage at yesterdays open market. It read boldly (hand painted) “Shave Ice” — as in snow cones and such and trying to prove my superior intellect gleefully pointed out THEY left of the “d”. Naw Brah. “Shave” is perfectly proper — in pigeon — that is. Not an error.

Big time jet lag. It’s 0250 (GMT-1000) Hawaiian time and I’m wide awake and rare’n to go already! What time’s breakfast? The day is to begin with a jog toward Diamond Head when / if the sun comes up. This landmark looks alot like CamelBack Mtn., seeing as how there isn’t much precip on this corner of the world in summer. In the meantime, I’ve moved my laptop and a desk chair into the lav so as to avoid waking the rest of the sleeping natives in our hotel. Waiting it out.

– our first evening on Waikiki and our native picnic table view from Kapi Olani Beach Park – David and Rosemary gave us the traditional islander’s airport welcome with beautiful flower lei for all, followed by an inspired luau feast amongst brown skinned locals and glorious sunset. Absolutely terrific. We are blown away…

Here we come. Bookem’ DanO
Only fitting that we should be visiting the 50th state for a special person’s big 5 oh!