Spam

We have got some sleep, settled in, and made a trip to the grocery for supplies. We are liven' Hawaiin now.

This was supposed to be a joke. A tourist joke. I don't like being considered a tourist. If I stay a couple of weeks or more, I would just like to be considered an older person wandering about.

The Spam thing is interesting and has a history. At lunch yesterday, they brought our bill in an empty Spam can. I asked the waiter about this suggesting that there was nothing on the menu that contained Spam. I admit this was an old guy tourist thing to do, but I wanted to point out that I have been around the block a time or two and have even visited the Spam museum where I asked about Hawaii and Spam. He said the Spam was on the breakfast menu. This kind of eliminated the opportunity for me to tell the story about the Spam museum.