I think it should be Federal law that when a plane is taking off the speakers should be blasting Kenny Loggins’ Danger Zone. Imagine that; you’re being pushed back in your seat, the whole plane is rattling, the engines are roaring, and you know – without a shadow of a doubt – this ride is gonna kick some ass. It would detract from the fact that the seats are uncomfortable and tiny and the leg room is nonexistent. At least the ginger ale is still free and, if you ask nicely and have some money, you can even get dark rum to put in it.
But I digress.
In an effort to escape reality for a while, we spent the lead-up to Christmas in Hawaii. More specifically on Hawai’i, the largest island of the chain. We swam in the ocean, visited volcanoes, and drove around the bulk of the island in a rented convertible Mustang. All in all, a good time was had by all.