Those of you who envy me Hawaii, enjoy this reality: there is a banana-sized flying cockroach behind my refrigerator. I swatted it out of the air last night and it scurried under the fridge. It just peeked out and looked at me. One of us will be dead before the end of the day. That cockroach will find no aloha here.
Btw — if you think aloha means both hello and good-bye, you have been misled.