In the picture below, Sophie and I are blocking the view of the large cabin that I am pretty sure Obama uses when he vacations on Oahu. We stayed in a smaller, but equally charming cabin. I wonder if the Secret Service takes care of the centipedes for Michelle when she finds them under a damp beach towel in the morning. It took Ian no less than 10 whacks with a flip flop to dispense with the one in our bathroom. We stayed at one of these cabins on our return home from Guam in 1977. My sister and I were so excited to get to a grocery store that had real milk and disappointed that Cookie Crisp Cereal was not anything like the tiny chocolate chip cookies we had seen on the commercial.
I wonder if we had video of those body surfing sessions from 35 years ago if you would hear my dad cackling in the background when we wiped out.