The flight out of Maui was empty. "Folks don't leave Hawai'i before Christmas." The flight attendant told me.
I
couldn't wait to get out of there. A certain legal issue caused the
local Maui authorities to act like a cackle of starving hyenas circling an aging wildebeest.
Also, I was told I could no longer charge drinks to my room.
My inner lawyers recommendation was succinct. "RUN!"
The
woman at the desk said the next flight out was headed to Anchorage. I
paid in cash and gave my name as Archibald Veriduke. I had poor old
Archie's passport. I last saw him in Malawi a year ealier. Luckily he
could be described as my doppelganger. If you were blind. Swapping out
the photos helped as well.
The
conference on intertidal analgesic medicinal cannabinoids turned out to
be a total bust. Luckily only figuratively. A more appropriate
appelation would have been the Patchouli Syndication of Invasive
Species.
Anchorage
in December. Is that better than being incarcerated on Hawai'i?
Questions,questions. Or as old Archie would often say in his creaky
french "Il ya beaucoup à considérer ici". Luckily I don't speak French.
