Weird. I was just watching "The Truman Show" and suddenly wondered if you're watching me blog. Are you? And if so, what do you see? The North Shore. At least, today. Well, earlier today. Betty and I drove to the North Shore, end of the road at Mokuleia, near where the "Lost" plane crashed. Really! Betty and I one day came upon this section of plane on the beach, with debris scattered everywhere. Being a physician, I thought to myself, "Oh, shit!" Then I noticed the movie trailers parked along the road, and the security folks directing the traffic on. I can't recall when I've been happier to know it was just a movie. Still, I got hooked and had to watch every episode of "Lost" right up to when they were redeemed. Don't believe me? It's true. All of it. 

Today was a typical fall day on the North Shore -- sun-shiny, light trade winds, tide out, perfect paradise weather, the sea almost flat as a pancake. I collected shells while Betty collected salt. Called my mom after awhile to check on whether she received her promotional copies of our just-released children's book, THE TURTLE DANCES. Nope, she hadn't yet, but she was already receiving orders for copies. Me, too, except I received my copies yesterday. Nice talk. I'm trying to convince her to illustrate another book which I've got in my mind but not yet on paper, entitled THE GECKO SINGS. It's about an island gecko (see Betty's previous blog about geckos) who wants to sing like Don Ho. Kinda "Truman-like" as its all still just in my head. My mother suggested an island mongoose who wants to become The Scarlet Pumpernickel. Hmmm. That's really Truman!

Well, that's enough for today. If you're watching me write this, then you can also see Betty sitting beside me smiling. Now, what the heck is she smiling about? Keep watching...