I was awake just long enough to see that my "persistence and resistance" campaign is really taking hold! Even though I lost the you-know-what, I'm beginning to think that
Today, a Hawaiian judge completely destroyed Carrot Head's executive order, exactly the way
I have great respect for the Hawaiian people. Their culture is rich with tradition that includes mystical legends, ukulele music, flower print shirts and white patent leather shoes. It's one of the few places where western culture hasn't eradicated native customs, especially at the Hilton, where the all-you-can-eat buffet is to die for. And the people are friendly. It's not like Jamaica, where they put snakes in your bed. Even if you only have to travel a few blocks, Hawaiian cab drivers insist on giving you special "fa-keen haolie" tours of the whole island. They're expensive, but worth it!
My earliest memories of the islands go back to the seventies, when we were fortunate to have dinner at a nightclub and see the legendary Don Ho perform. He was still alive back then. At least we think he was. Don had put on a ton of weight, and to be perfectly honest, I'm not sure he still knew all the words to "Tiny Bubbles." I think he drank more tiny bubbles than anything else, because after he drooled out a few lines, four huge Samoans carted him out while six pretty tahinis wheeled in a barbecued pig for dinner. "Tahini" is Hawaiian for "pretty girl." It also means "dipping sauce," I think. It's been a long time.
Regardless, I applaud those Hawaiian judges for doing their duty the way they see fit. After all, they've never
Just realized it's Thursday -- grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch!