on monday morning we came home from maui. a long flight. i slept, quinn didnt. he never does, even though i give him the window. i lost my cell phone between here and seattle. someone somewhere however, is enjoying some bogus cellphone video footage. hawaii is different from my 8 year old memories. i felt white as a kite. just another mix with a lost heritage.thinking quinn, what the hell did you buy?

building rock statues (quinn was the best)

this is where i feel at home

a good friend, gone the way of the earth

this is where my dad grew up (one empty village to the next)