Honolulu was the usual experience of the sublime and the ridiculous. The sublime was seeing hundreds of young men and women from the Marines, Navy, and Army at the Hilton Hawaiian Village for some formal celebration. Such splendid young people. Anyone who despairs of this country needs to see what I saw. Anyone who says they are not proud of this country needs a dope slap. May all these fine people come home safe.
The ridiculous was a sleepwalking episode at the Hilton Hawaiian Village that night. Turns out that when it says 3:00 a.m. on a hotel alarm clock, it really means 3:00 a.m., no matter what my idiot brain says. I should not get up, get dressed, and get ready for the day. Honestly, the Olympic-quality insomnia is enough.