Bill Murray on the Uke

We just returned from a trip to Hawaii. As it goes, Hawaii has its good points and bad. It sometimes has that Walmart feel. A Walmart set in some of the most beautiful scenery. As I was sans-cell phone, email and blogging during my recent holiday, and because my hand-writing skills seem to be deteriorating with age, my observations were nearly monosyllabic:

• The waves are relentless.
• A sea turtle drifting past.
• The yellow and blue fish hiding in the corral.
• The black lava.
• The dead, white corral rolling in the surf.
• A whale breaching in the blue.
• The grass colonizing the fresh lava.
• Lizards and feral cats everywhere.

And Bill Murray standing next to me in the open-air, airport security line at Kona airport, strumming a Ukulele.