Mark I wrote you a personal message about the whole story of me being in Pahoa right after you told your story about how you were going to pretend you were someone who knew the guy in the post office that had something to do with your exwife or someone's exwife and was going to play a practical joke on him. Or am I getting the story straight?
And I told you how I was on the Big Island in November and how macadamia nuts are cheaper and taste just as fresh bought in Canada. And how I took some lava rocks from the Island and felt so guilty by the time I got home that I would have very bad things happen to me from the wrath of the Goddess Peli and so I mailed all my rocks back to the Godmother Restaurant in Pahoa. I sent the rocks there because I figured if the Godmother put that much care in making such delicious food she fed me, then I figured she would take sympathy on my lava rock dilema I was now facing.
Don't asked what it cost to send those lava rocks back to Hawaii. I took a lot of rocks!
Anyway, I get a letter back from the Godmother who tells me she put the lava rocks in the backyard at the restaurant and has been pouring gin over them every month and would continue doing so for 6 months because Goddess Peli likes gin.
So I promise next time I am on the Big Island never, never, never to take lava rocks again.

Little Neo