Soak Up The Sun

Good Morning Gentle Readers,

TWC has been workin' on his tan. Gotta be ready for the tropics when The Boy and I  touch down in Honolulu next week.

Sometime back, Jacob applied for a paid, four-year apprenticeship program at the Pearl Harbor Naval Shipyard. When you're done you've got an AA in science and an awesome job. In Hawaii.

 

He's scheduled to sit for the apprenticeship exam and needs my moral support. It'll take several days to recover from the stress and rigor of the test, so we'll be there a week. It's a tough gig, but someone has to do it. So I raised my hand and volunteered.

There were thousands of applicants for the 300 slots, which translates into a thin chance of acceptance. But, Jake was invited to take the apprenticeship exam and I take that as a good omen. Those who do well on the test have a better chance of an interview. If Jake can snag an interview, he's in like Flynn. The kid could sell ice makers to Eskimos.

Dad worked for Northwest Airlines when he was just a bit older than Jake and NWA offered him a transfer to Honolulu International. Can you imagine? This was like 1950 and he'd have been in on the ground floor. Pop was hot for the deal but my mother put a stop to that nonsense in a New York minute. No way she was leaving frigid St Paul for paradise. She did, however, consent to a relocation to the former Land of Milk and Honey we all know as Southern California.

Us on the Road to Hana in 2003

Other than flying through once, I've never been on Oahu. It should be interesting to see how it differs from Maui and the Big Island. Any must-see or must-eat advice is surely welcome. Mahalo.

For the longest time The House Blond wondered why Sheryl had her .45 on, so she could rock on. At the beach.

Why'd she bring her gun to the beach, Daddy?

That's Banana Boat.

Not Sam Colt.

I'm off to soak up some sun. 

Aloha,