What a howlee learned in Hawaii 2006.

My son sent me home with a couple
of hundred to deposit for his
dream of an apartment
with friends.

I returned to much more
however my dream is still
hiding around the corner.

The tarrot lady asked
me for a hug and
I smelled her hair.

The sarong brushed my ankles
keeping away mosquitoes.

The sun exposes and darkens
my skin.

Maw, Maw...How tall was that cliff
I jumped from....120 feet.

Hey Pa....wha?

H_O_W I_S I_T ?