
The Sleeping Lady

Stories and musings as I bumble around life
Ukobach sat at his desk, staring blankly at the endless pile of papers in front of him. He was going cross-eyed with all this paperwork, but he also knew that if he didn’t start working now, his boss would come buzzing in from nowhere and make him regret it. No, he thought with a sigh, better to get started now. Continue reading “Nothing New Under the Sun”
Suzette had never been a risk-taker. She had spent the past 27 years of her life meticulously calculating the safest route through every predicament, from her six-hour, perfectly-timed, and virtually painless entrance into the world (or so her mother said) to her nearly impeccable school record. She had followed all the right paths to lead her to this moment, but she could never have predicted the events of last night. Continue reading “In Strictest Confidence”
As I write this, I’m 30,000 feet somewhere above the continental United States, making my way home all too quickly. And now that my vacation has ended, perhaps it is time for a few lists of my observations (and rants) of oddities I experienced during the trip.
The first morning we awakened in our bamboo cottage, we heard the sound of something scurrying across the rooftop. Continue reading “A Journey Back in Time”
Our arrival in Hana two days ago coincided with the setting of the sun. On the windward (eastern) side of Haleakala, the sun sets over the mountain a little past 4:30, and the area is quickly plunged into darkness.
When you talk to people out here about the Road to Hana, they always tell you several things: Continue reading “The Road to Hana”