Barry, after your new addition is tucked in and purring away, and your transaminases are once again back in double digits or less, you have an open invitation to hang out on your choice of black or white sand beaches (or even green sand, if you like) and you won't even have to sing John Kanaka. Unless you want to. Meanwhile I'll be scouring the islands for shanty singers. Lots of good wishes from this neck of the ocean.

Aloha,
Mark