Gentle Reader, Capt. Billy has returned. We were both very happy to see each other. I arrived at the airport on time with a slice of pizza as I thought he might be hungry. Rambo....pepperoni, mushrooms and black olives. Upon returning to the Marina my access fob at the entrance gate did not work and it was unusually dark. Billy knows of a fob trick and the gate still would not rise and then he notices that someone has literally crashed through the gate to exit. This event also darkened the marina by knocking out the power. Chuck the marina manager is known for an infamously short temper and he would be on the warpath. It was decided that we had seen nothing and let the security cameras show what they will. Billy was, much to my surprise, very pleased by the appearance of his girl. We had battery power running a light and a battery operated Coleman lantern providing a low but warm illumination. Even in the low light he was pleased and expressed his satisfaction. He told me that he had bought me birthday present on the mainland. My birthday is in October but that fact seemed of little comcern. He was so excited he disappeared below and presented me with a large heavy box. It was my own safe. It is made by Honeywell and anyone knowing my father in life knew he was a lifer there and proud to be. It was a gun safe and I then realized why carrying a piece of his luggage from the baggage claim to the car was such a hump. I was both pleased and honored. I told him that I did my best to struggle about here in his absence. He said he knew that I would have a great time and that his friends would take good care of me. That was an understatement. I feel like I already have a lifetime of stories from this week alone. There is much yet to do before our departure and time is not on our side. Until next time.

Gentle Reader, It has been a wonderland of experiences.......every day. The greatest experience of my life. Simple acts of applying and removiving wax or polishing steel on the Spirit Guide have been gentle acts of rejuvenation. People who were previously acquaintances, have been remarkably generous. I was invited by Christopher, an entrepuenur, family guy and bartender par excellance, to be treated to a historical tour of Waikiki. Way cool! I have for 10 days been offered the sole possession of the Spirit Guide, while the Capt. is visiting the mainland. Also I have access to an old beater Lexus, a bicycle and a dingy to get around. I haven't ridden a bike since I was fifteen, never driven or whatever you do in a dingy. I am doing both. The Spirit Guide, in the 53' sailing category, is the Belle of the Ball. My watering hole is the Hokelea at the J.W. Marriott and is accessible by car or bike. It is approximately 2 miles from the Ko'Olina Marina. If I drive the H.P.D. "5 0 " is not here, unless invited due to extraordinarily bad behavior. I live in a lawless land. When I choose to bicycle, my trek starts at the head of the Marina. It is a groomed park setting with cropped grass and palm trees with a wide meandering promenade, adjacent to the ocean, passing four lagoons and the premier establishments in this enclave. It is illuminated with hard scape lighting. Tourists don't know where they are and travellers don't know where their going. I think that was by Mark Twain. In either case running into either, with a bicycle, is not suggested. It requires the willingness of the rider to completely stop, dismount and walk past the truly clueless. I have been to places where you noticed a guy being treated special and whom appeared to be in the know. I am now that guy. I am treated like a celebutard. Sweet! It's wild. I celebrated my dear Joni's Birthday vicariously, like the voyeur I was, watching a T.V. reality show. I wish I could be in two places at once. Dr. Manhattan of The Watchmen has something going on that I do not. Until next time. Steve