This is just a note to tell ‘the world’ (you guys and gals, my blogging friends) that I will be off island for two days. In three hours I’m going to wake up (have to go to sleep first), drive to the Kona International Airport (Love that name. It’s a small airport) and fly to Oahu, have breakfast and then make my way with a friend to Keehi Lagoon where the first of five events in the Hawaii State Flying Disc Championships will be held. Distance, Disc Golf, Self Caught Flight (strange name but look it up), Discathon and Accuracy are the categories that will be contested this year.
I won this event in another life in 1982. Four years ago I came in third. This year I hope to be able to hear exclamations of surprise from the kids as I shed my cane (I don’t really have one but I may cobble one together to add to my decrepit appearance) and try to show them how it’s done. No matter what the outcome I will receive an honorable mention in the ‘Have Fun’ category and that is enough for me. Some of you know how I play disc golf every Sunday. Church of the Disc, I call it. I’ve told a few of you of the magic of watching the sleek, colorful, aerodynamic discs streaking through the air toward distant targets. Throwing them well is a bonus. This weekend promises to be a little bit of nirvana for me and will explain why all comments and replies will cease on the current crop of FridayFictioneer stories.
Have I passed 100 words? (Seems strange going on at length like this.)
I truly do love all you folks and thank you for being there. It’s amazing to think anyone is out there at all, no less reading this. I’m kind of old school I guess.
Wish me luck and I’ll talk to you Sunday night.
Mahalo and Aloha,