Noni

Cousins,

Nothing says "Hawaii" like having breakfast at a joint called "Cheeseburger in Paradise" and watching the first possession of USC football over a breakfast cheeseburger (what made it breakfast was an egg on top.) FIGHT ON! Although it was hard to pull away from the gridiron...I knew that if I stayed this day would be on the list of things Charlie could hold against me in the future. Thus, after USC's first touchdown, we skeedaddled to the Pearl Harbor Memorial.

Near the parking lot of the Memorial there is a sign that says no large cameras, backpacks, camera bags, purses, diaper bags and strollers are allowed.

Before you actually make it out to the Memorial you watch this pretty effective 22 minute movie talking about the "Day that will live in Infamy." A lot of it I never knew about. I also didn't know they had actual footage of the U.S.S. Arizona exploding. It was pretty violent. There was even a shot of a dead body bobbing in the water. Chase was totally oblivious. Charlie told me afterward it was scary. Then we went out to the Memorial.

After that we bopped op to the Punchbowl Crater, but not being of the ilk to see who's buried in there, we looked at the skyline and left.

In the evening we took a short little cruise up the side of the island to watch the sun set. But the setting sun wasn't the most stunning thing about this experience. This was.

I don't even need to talk about it. The picture speaks for itself. And by the way, Charlie took this photo.

After dinner (we had dinner on the boat) Chase had lots of fun sitting at the very front, with the wind whipping in her face, pretending that she was the Captain who was trying not to crash the boat.

Satisfaction. If I knew how to say it in a hundred different languages I'd say it a hundred times.

Mahalo.