The other day I noticed a little shrine attached to our telephone pole. Back in October Wakana and I had a car accident and wiped out the only wooden pole on that stretch of road. The pole was in sad shape and needed to be replaced. Thanks to us the town of Talofofo lost its power for a few hours and the road got a nice new concrete pole.

Now another car has hit the same pole. That stretch is very dangerous and needs to be approached with caution. This time someone died.

It makes me feel a little strange. If we'd not had that accident nobody would have died.

Our neighbor with the herd of dogs told Wakana that the pigs killed one of his dogs. He was out in the back yard shooting at them with a bee-bee gun. I expect we'll be hearing the sound of guns shortly.

I hope they'll use guns. Hunters on Guam tend to use snares to catch wild pigs. The animal squeals in the bush until the hunter gets back to check his trap. I don't care how many dogs a pig kills to protect its young it doesn't deserve that.

Yesterday on Mother's Day Wakana and I went to Chili's for a steak dinner. While we waited for the food I was amazed to hear Richard Thompson's 1952 Vincent Black Lightning on the muzak system. What a great piece of music.