We’re here in Hawaii and it sure is great. We got on the early flight and through some fluke of quantum mechanics we actually arrived in Honolulu before we left – which was good because it gave us extra time to eat lavish meals and fall asleep. Hawaii is kind of like an extended thanksgiving except that everyone walks around half-naked and there are a lot less consonants. Then we ended up going to a beach and there was a whole garrison of deranged sea turtles gamboling in the surf. An eleven-year-old girl excitedly pointed out each turtle with a kind of proprietary pride and then proceeded to ask me about a million questions about them. I swam out a ways and the turtles and I did a groovy dance – they are surprisingly graceful in their native element. Then Bryant somehow tricked me into surfing again! But this time it wasn’t bad because there weren’t actually any waves, which made it a lot more pleasant for me. After that we went to another beach where great gouts of water were splooting out of blowholes high into the sky and we got into a conversation with a crusty old fisherman who was stalking the hundred-pound aka-uka-luka-laka and seemed bent on its destruction. Evidently it is a giant grizzled old fish that somehow lives in the dangerous crashing spray of waves smashing into jagged rock. We had never heard of such a fish but imagined that it looked somewhat like the fisherman himself.
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