Is my Pulitzer in the mail?

This is Abner saying a-a-a-aloha! Actually, I was trying to tell him today how excited I am that I've finally gotten a story published here in Hawai'i nei, but he was a bit bored by my tale. Oh wait. I don't have a tale. I mean tail. I have a tale. He does, too. A tail, that is. Anyway, I am thrilled. It's technically my second story, but the first was a bit of a fluff piece previewing an event. This one is a full fledged feature. It will be available to read online in a couple of weeks. For some reason, the Hawaii Island Journal only puts an image of its cover on its website with access to current calendar and classified info, but only last issue's stories. The cover story is my story. You just can't read it yet online. You have to wait until the next issue comes out before you can read the story from the current issue. A'ole pilikia. No problem. I've picked up about a dozen hard copies to send to friends and family and to keep for clippings to use in future job applications. I'm now jazzed to write more. It's all about the by-line, baby. Ego, ego, ego. I don't need my name in lights; just in print.

Today, I noticed a pretty orchid blooming in the yard. It's one I transplanted from an overgrown pot to an old log. It bloomed, so that means it didn't die. It didn't die, so I don't have the brown thumb I thought I had. Or maybe I do and I'm just getting lucky. After all, things do tend to grow quite nicely here in the rain forest, with or without my help.
Tomorrow's another day at ye 'ol wine factory.
A hui hou. Aloha!

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