I sometimes feel this site is a well-protected and well-edited bog site but I'm afraid someone or other might want an answer to her comment.  On that issue, I followed suit to Jackie Kennedy and basically don't reply to any of them.

Anya, your wee pic which appears hereabove reminds me of a one-time travel-mate I had to Hawaii  -  Chrissy Sax.

She was a beautiful lady who fell in love with a mllionnaire visiting Maui.  She was but 4'10" but the man was "average" in height.  But then again, Hawaii is where dreams are spawned.

It's paradise made so the proletariat can understand it...at least it was back in '75 when we flew mega miles to get there from Toronto via Chicago and Los Angeles with the excitement of baggage "loss".  However, as there were so many bags lost altogether, our insurance went to waste.  Our bags were delivered to our rooms on the third day of our stay in Honolulu.

Looking back, TheBus was 25¢ per ride anywhere on the island, including to the back side where there's an unbelievable looking bay complete with a large rock formation protruding out of the snow-white sand near the shore when the tide is out used as a launching station into the clear blue-green waters below.

A Japanese nationale was working his way around the world in his management training course and made culture his speciality and took to  learning recipes from the world over without having to learn much of any language.

While he stayed on Oahu, he had a rented car.  He took me to see a rock formation called the Blow Hole.  It was iin full action.  He also drove me to a restaurant where I could eat pressure similated imu imu pig as prepared in a luau. I ate poi for the first time in my life and enjoyed the naturally purple fermentation.

I saw a top Japanese restaurant with gold carp in the stream surrounding it complete with bridges.  I saw Punahou, the school that President Obama attended in his youth.

I later met a golf pro who played a guitar and sang for me on a balmy, starless night on the edge of Waikiki Beach.  The nuns had taught him that hyn when he was in school.

During the last morning before my afternoon departure flight, I visited the Buddhist Temple protruding from amongst the verdant hills.

On the way home, I was brought crashing down to reality when an American GI posted in paradise told there were eleven children in his parents' family.  When beef was on the menu each child said what cut or beef dish he or she  wanted.  Every cut they wanted was purchased.  Then.  Whoever was the helper that night would grind up all the cuts of beef together.  It was well mixed to congeal no-filler, no-egg meat.  The batch of meat was then made into even patties so that every child and mother and father got an equitable share of every cut of beef.

So, at the busstop, I realized another way of life, an American way of life.  That brings us to our fun times Redhatting.  God bless you and I hope you long enjoy redhat good times.

Yours in friendship,

F.E. Tiko Toyomi