■ Some of you may have heard that we had a hurricane here on Kaua‘i.
I heard about it too. Somehow, when something really fun or interesting happens, the events before, during and after have a way of becoming imprinted on your mind, like lint on corduroy. I learned a long time ago that this is a process of natural preservation, which is useful for special occasions, such as at a beer bust, when a drunken Samoan is about to rip your arm off and beat you to death with it, and you say, “Eh, brah, remembah dat hurracane? One condominamum been fall on top me, howzabout you?” Then you can listen to his war story, guzzle some more beer, and split while the splitting is good.
So I remember…