Was taking to my shoulder surgeon yesterday. Told him, I’m not alone, but I come from an era that until your arm is dangling from you shoulder, you keep pitching. Pain is just another feeling. Go back out for another inning. We didn’t have inning limits or pitch count.
I was there, Diamond Head Crater. Chuck Jackson and I were to young teengers and had our eyes opened up to the world. Saw a lot we’d never seen before.
I feel for people losing memories in the fire. I lost a lot of stuff from an earlier part of my life in the Hilo flood Nov 1, 2000. Personal record that weren’t digital were the hardest to recreate. Person keepsakes were just lost. Things can be replaced.
My threads feed is still pretty clean, I keep an Instagram account for occasional connection with some local small businesses.
On a side note there’s a couple of people that I had fights with on Twitter years ago that I now get along with fine on Threads. Think we’re all just older.
Kona only gets an advantage from winds out of the North. We had good north winds all morning. As the regular NE trade winds filled in Kona lost its cooling breeze.
This scene.
Watching The Untouchables, because it’s a great movie. Love Sean Connery in it. What the hell, you gotta die of somethin’
Just came across a folder with all of the collateral from most of the dozens of websites that I built during one of my breaks from F&B in the mid 2000s. Damn I was organized. Sub folder by client and subfolders by content. Meticulous file names. Mac search wasn’t what it is these days.
