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Toast to Harvey

I'd like to dedicate a portion of this blog to the late, great Harvey Korman. He was one of my favorite comedians, one of the few humans who could make me laugh uncontrollably. He is also the man who uttered one of my favorite movie lines ever. In fact, I shamelessly steal and use it frequently in everyday conversation: "Now go do that voodoo that you do so well..." (Hedley Lamarr, Blazing Saddles). Thanks, Harvey, for all those hilarious skits on the Carol Burnett Show. Thanks too for being such a perfect straight man to Tim Conway over the years (who is also so funny exposure could result in serious bodily in injury, like strained face muscles, aching diaphragm and actually slipping on the puddle you made when you wet your pants from laughing so hard). Thanks for being Hedley Lamarr, Professor Balls in the Pink Panther movies, voice of The Great Gazoo on the Flintstones and all the other goofy characters. What great joy you brought to us all. Cheers!!

The other day I took a short hike in the park, from the Kilauea Military Camp to the Jaggar Museum. Much of the trail provides a good view of the Halema'uma'u vent. See? Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas! On this day, the trade winds were blowing the plume away from me. That's just how I like it.

I leave for work at the winery in about 15 minutes. I'm not enthused today. It's been pretty slow. I made a whopping $4 in tips yesterday. That's not even enough to buy a gallon of gas. What a crazy world.

A hui hou. Aloha!
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