Here it is Tuesday, and no new images. So, how about one from last January in Kona?
Thanks Steve. Now we know that the Electric Fork was indeed a joke, but from the 70’s not the 60’s.
Today, I worked at work. And I worked from home this afternoon. And, I swam laps for 30 minutes. That’s about it.
And this evening – I am so proud of my fellow inmates here at the Asylum. I made it to dinner a little before 7PM. One hour before closing. Well, they were out of beef tenderloin, out of grilled sea bass, out of white wine, out of red wine. Do my housemates know how to eat or what? They were not out of catfish. Nor were they out of pink wine. I settled for souvlaki, fries and beer.
I am pretty sure that the majority of the people who live here are much classier than I am. I know they are more intellectual. They sure know more about wine. But, I got street cred.
I doubt that the majority of the people who live there are much classier than you, or are more intellectual.” Knowing more about wine, and drinking more wine, are two entirely different propositions.
I ola no ke kino i ka mā’ona o ka ‘ōpū.
Good call from the ‘Ōlelo No’eau…