I keep hearing all this chatter about the Superbowl and Spring Training, but . . . no thanks. My mind is elsewhere. I’m in Hawaii.
The trip started yesterday with an 11-hour flight from New York City to Honolulu. Here’s a photo that I took toward the end of the flight:
A few hours earlier, I’d played a game of Scrabble against my mom. Here’s what the board looked like at the end:
I won’t tell you the final score because that’d just be mean. I will say, though, that I played INSUReD for 72 points and followed that by playing QUICK for 69.
Anyway, yeah, I’m here in Hawaii with my mom and half-sister Martha. They’ve both been here before — my mom was only here for a day in 1960 — but it’s the first time for me. The three of us, you may recall, went to Japan last year and visited Barbados the year before. If we all take another trip in 2014, I’ve suggested that we go to Syria or Australia.
Look what I saw in the Honolulu airport:
Martha and my mom and I sat around for a couple hours before taking a super-short flight to Maui. This was the view as we were coming in for a landing:
Then we rented a car and drove for an hour . . .
. . . to the condo that we’ve rented for the next few days. Here’s the interior:
It was dark by the time we arrived, and we were tired as hell, so our only adventure involved grocery shopping.
More soon . . .