This mid 1960s Chevy truck

image from Jeff Whittle's Instagram This mid 1960s Chevy truck reminds me of my grandaddy. He drove one when he was still alive. The bed of the truck had rusted out so he put a wooden bed in. Anytime I see this model truck especially with this blue paint scheme it reminds me of him.

Sunday in Kauai

As expected we woke up at 5AM Hawaiian time, 10AM Nashville time. Nashville time seems further on out as they had their time change that day. We will not miss loosing the hour, but ours wil be more difficult to adjust to as it is more jet lag than skipping forward.

Roosters actually serenaded us in the morning. It was almost a standoff as to which rooster could crow the best. One was pitiful. Sounded like he had a frog in his mouth.

I dosed a little until about 7AM when I figured it was time to get up and go to Walmart for some food and other estentials. It was just 5 minutes away. I left Sharon do write up her blog post.

Walmart was just like any other Walmart. I think it had a limited selection on eggs – only a couple of brands – all said “Mainland Eggs” indicating it was imported in. Seemingly you’d think that with all the chickens on this island, they could have an egg production. However Sharon pointed out to me that egg production is a huge operation if industrialized and would generate a lot of waste (chicken poop).

I got a dozen eggs, bacon, Sprites, Aloha Maid Strawberry punch in cans, an oven baked pizza, orange juice (still seemingly expensive), a Pinepple, appropriate sandals for church for Sharon, a styrofoam cooler, and reef friendly suntan lotion. One thing Walmart didn’t have was plastic bags. You could buy those canvas totes at the register or just have everything loose in your cart. I’d love it if Tennessee would implement these measures.

I got back and Sharon was just about done with writing her blog post via her Rocketbook. She cooked our bacon and scambled eggs. She didn’t have any salt for the eggs, but the bacon grease she cooked it in made up for it.

Sharon found out that she didn’t write well enough for the optical based character reader in her rocketbook to recognize it so she was going to have to read it. While she read it into Google, I went outside to take some photos of chickens. The roosters are always beautiful, compared to the hens which are scrawny compared to the hormone raised hens for meat production. Nope these are feral chickens set loose by the hurricane which hit Kauai in the ’90s.

Sharon and I have differing opinions about whether to attend Bible class. I like to attend, if only to spend more time getting to know fellow Christians at church and getting to know the demographics. Sharon is more of a introvert, wanting to stay back at the hotel room. We chose the latter this time, while Sharon worked on fixing her blog.

Then was onto church, which was only 5 minutes away. It is the only church of Christ on the island. We enjoyed a warm greeting by a family from Warren County,, Tennessee who are snowbirds and planning on going back in a week having been there for 2 months.

There is no full time minister at Kauai Church of Christ. Rather men of the congregation take turns presenting the sermon. Today’s sermon was by a high school English teacher, very well presented for a non-trained preacher. This is proof that small congregations can survive on their own without hiring a minister.

After church service some young ladies took our picture for their album of visitors. I wonder how many back home had attended, had their photo made, and then passed away, but yet their picture remains.

Then it was off to Walmart to get a bag of ice. On the way in I saw a man getting into his truck, but he left his empty buggy right behind him. I thought about telling him to move it, but I didn’t, thinking it was none of my business. Sure enough he backed into it, but I’m guessing no harm was done to his vehicle or buggy.

I got the smallest bag of ice I could get – 10 lbs. And then we were on our way to Puka Dog in Koloa. We passed by a shopping center with a Jack-in-the-Box, Taco Bell, a Dine-in Dominos, Petco, among other.

Puka Dog is a restaurant in a shopping center designed for tourists. They serve polish sausages wrapped in sweet tasting mango relish and sweet mustard. Very unique and very good. Sharon was a bit disappointed because she ran out of hot dog before she ran out of bun. So she had. 3rd of a bun left which she could not eat because it was tooo sweet for her.

As we ate we noticed 2 roosters seemingly fighting over a hen and at the same time wanting our food. One of the roosters was very boastful, crowing every few minutes for no reason.

Afterwards we hit the road for Talk Story Bookstore which boasts as being the western most bookstore in the United States. The shop is “run” by Celeste – a very lazy cat who naps in a basket behind the checkout counter. Occasionally she will wake up and ding a bell for a treat, then back to bed. Sharon bought a book on Hawaiian birds and a Talk Story postcard.

After driving back to McDonald’s for a bathroom break, we headed to Polihale beach a remote state park area. The road to Polihale is a very bumpy road. I tried it a few years ago in a rental car, and made it, but it was very difficult. This time we came prepared, having rented a Jeep. Sharon was bouncing around a lot as I drove over the humps.

Polihale beach is a very nice beach, in that since it is so remote, it is not very crowded. Sharon and I enjoyed having the waves hit our feet and sometimes pushing us down to the ground.

We watched the sunset – very beautiful – before heading back to our hotel for oven baked pizza and some breadsticks before drifting off to sleep at around 10PM

Seattle to Honolulu

We made it to Honolulu! Sharon was sure to wipe down our seats on our flight from Seattle, hot spot for the Corona virus. I spent most of the time listening to 60 Minutes podcasts. It was a 5 and a half hour flight, slightly less than a flight to Europe from the West coast.

Even though I was really tired I still could not sleep on the flight because I could never get comfortable. Sharon listened to Rhett and Link’s ear biscuit podcast from the time before they renounced Christianity. Ever so often she would let out a smile as if she heard something really funny on the podcast.

Now we’re waiting in the Honolulu airport for a flight to Kauai. We have about 45 minutes left before our flight boards. We are really tired as it is after midnight in Nashville but only 8:32 p.m. in Hawaii.

Tomorrow we plan on sleeping in not only with Asheville Tom but also with Hawaiian time. Church doesn’t start until 11:00 which is actually 3:00 p.m. Nashville time. I will probably end up stopping at Walmart and Kauai to pick up some essentials before church.

Sharon is excited about her first trip to Hawaii but she’s also very tired as am I. We plan on having a good week seeing things but also relaxing. Stay tuned to this vlog as we will share our daily adventures.

Nashville to Seattle

Well we are in Seattle. We got up at 4AM to catch a ride from my Dad to the Nashville airport. Our flight was with Alaska Air at 7AM. Seattle is Alaska Air’s main hub and the direct flight from Nashville opens up a whole new list of destinations that Sharon and myself will need to try.

We saw some folks from our church at the airport. They were headed to El Salvador for the yearly mission trip during Wilson County school’s spring break.

Our flight was uneventful. We experienced some turbulence. We left a little late because of de-icing of the wings and got in a bit early to Seattle. I saw some people with face masks due to the corona virus outbreak.  Washington State has had quite a bit of infections lately.  But I think it is overhyped. We’ve got a 4 hour layover. We ate at Qdoba which has much bigger burritos compared to Moe’s. Now we have 3 hours before we board our flight to Honolulu. We’ll use this time to recharge our phones and other devices and write this blog post.

Not my idea of vacation

The caption on the photo says “6:20 this morning trying to get a pass for Rise of the Resistance.” It was taken at Disneyland by a friend of a friend on social media. I can tell you that no matter how much entertaining Disneyland is, I will not under any circumstance get up in time to be somewhere at 6:20AM at Disneyland. Sure, I’ve gotten up early in Europe to get a train to another city, or a flight home. I’ve got to wonder if there is some type of Emperor has new clothes thing at Disneyworld/Disneyland. It’s for kids and adults who never exactly grew up. I know people who go to Disneyworld every single year. It’s their comfort zone. At some point they just started consuming whatever Disney had served, not worrying about if it was actually good or not. And to think that you’ve got to get up early to be at an attraction at 6:20AM proved my point…it’s the Emperor has no clothes, where just because it’s Disney, it’s good. Personally I prefer something different in my life such as visiting another country or seeing all 50 states, exploring history and finding my place in the world.

On Super Bowl Sunday

I’m going to be honest with you. Deep down inside I was really hoping the Tennessee Titans wouldn’t make it to the Super Bowl. And they didn’t. The reasoning why is because I didn’t want churches and their local leaders to be put into a compromising position of holding a evening worship service to a congregation who’s mind would be elsewhere…checking their phones on the score…. The alternative would be moving the worship time to before the game started, thereby putting the worship of God 2nd to the NFL.

There’s a different side to everything

Sometimes finding out how the other side handled things is interesting, amazing, and intriguing. For example I found out what happened after my wedding earlier this year. My wedding was held at a summer camp where me and my (now wife) met. My best man, Mark, and his wife, Megan went out to eat in Scottsville with a mutual friend of mine, Roy after the wedding. Since they had decided to drive back the next day to Kansas, they planned to spend the night at camp. They returned to find a deserted camp. Everyone had gone home for the night and it was starting to pour rain. They barricaded the door, not sure if any thief would show up at night.

I’ve spent the night alone at camp before. Once when I thought a clean up day at camp was the same night, but my scheduling was off. Armed with only a laptop with digital sermons to keep the silence from me I slept in the main cabin’s basement. Far enough from anything to be noticed.

It is terrifying at times to be utterly alone and somewhat vulnerable in a new place. I’ve been there before…sometimes in other countries…sometimes in my own hometown. Now I’m glad to say that I don’t have to be alone anymore. The event that drew Megan and Mark to be alone at camp…was the one that brought Sharon and myself together. I don’t have to be alone anymore. I have my Sharon.