I had thought work would be better. I am so stupid sometimes. M was kowtowing to the visitors from the mainland with their huge cameras and bigger waistlines. Some were newsmen, others were senators or something. M was in his element, being more Hawaiian than any real Hawaiian I had ever met, most of whom were very nice and true to the ideal of Aloha. Not all, but most.
“Here’s your pilot now, gentlemen, as you can see…blah, blah, blah…and in our culture here…blah and blah…I’m sure Keoni will show you everything you want to see.”
Again, I thought, not all, but most.
M added, “Be sure the fat man gets the best seat.”
Well, that’s not exactly what he said, but I’d make sure the fat man got the seat where the rest of us could balance his weight out so we wouldn’t crash the copter, okay?
