Groucho Marx, singing, as Captain Spaulding, in the 1930 movie "Animal Crackers": "Hello! I must be going. I cannot stay, I came to say, I must be going. I'm glad I came, but just the same, I must be going."
Margaret Dumont, singing, as Mrs. Rittenhouse: "No, I say, you must stay, for if you go away, you'll spoil this party I am throwing."
Groucho: "I'll stay a week or two. I'll stay the summer through. But I am telling you, I must be going."
One of the features of life in Hawaii for those of us who have relocated from less paradisical zones is that we periodically must return to the mainland and visit beloved relatives who inhabit other time zones. I'm not sure vacation is the right word. But clearly if my father went to all the trouble to live to 92 the least I can do is go see him from time to time, so he can see that at 58 his son is a citizen, or at any rate as close to one as he is likely to become. So I fly to the Maryland Free State, incubator of your Uncle Howard and home of excellent recipes for cooking crabs and oysters, if no longer the home of as many crabs and oysters as formerly.
On the way back, I'll stop in Los Angeles, where my son and his wife are raising my prodigal grandson. His visage peers at me now, just below the computer screen in my home office, and he has the smile that can only be found on a child with two loving parents.
I'll be back in a week and a half.
During my absence, you can take your story and interview ideas to Hawaii News Now assignment editor Brenda Salgado, Sunrise producer Jonathan Saupe and guest booking poobah Terri Inefuku, all of whom have email addies like my own, which is email@example.com. I hope to be back in time for Tannya's delivery of the newest Sunrise staffer.
Talk amongst yourselves.