
Luckily I am comfortable being a really old man, because most of the participants are young and lean and they go. After the race, my son picked up his bike and dropped me off to catch my return flight. The cargo planes are covering the world and they go where directed, four left Hawai'i that day, three had come in from the West (Asia) and were returning back to their homebase. Plenty of room for one on the last one of the day.
Two young mothers on that flight, three old couples, three children and two babies. I have to stand in awe of the mothers controlling the children, caring for the babies and moving all the luggage that goes with them. Well time for O'Reilly's Rant and World News. Something happened today beside garbage pickup. I turned garden soil and put a picture of my son in one of his early road races (the only kid in the race, his father dragged him along) and the finish of his race on Saturday. In between the two, a lot of skate boarding and soccer.
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