I YESTERDAY FORGOT TO POST MY SATURDAY BLOG.  SHOULD WANT TO READ IT, CLICK ON THIS.   The following is my Sunday posting. There are no graphics today.  I drafted this posting a month ago, but held it back.  Since then, there have been issues with my health, and, after 17 years of daily articles, there could come a day in the near future when you will see nothing.  It could be because I am temporarily incapacitated.  Might be only a day, or a week, or......  As of this moment, we are still planning on a trip to San Diego and Paso Robles in October, followed by a very long journey of nearly two months from mid-November to mid-January.  I hope to be alive and well, so return for those postings if a gap occurs.  In any case, the following was written when I was a lot more optimistic about my well being. ******************************************** Most of you have an advantage over me.  When you die, many will go to Heaven.  When I pas...

Sundays are sometimes spiritual and occasionally reflective.  So today I'll look at my 84 years of life in that manner because it took 42 years of development to allow for the latter 42 years of progress. To begin; I was born in Honolulu, Hawaii and was a little more than a year old when my mother held me in her arms and pointed to the smoke emanating from Pearl Harbor on 7December1941.  Of course I don't remember any of that, and not much about World War II either. Growing up in the "fishing village" of Kakaako, which is now at the edge of the expanding Ward complex of high rises, life was easy. After graduating from McKinley High School, I went to Stanford University, departing in 1962 with a degree in chemical engineering, to work for C. Brewer as a sugar trainee at the Hutchinson Sugar Company.   I made this "sacrifice" because most of my close friends chose to join the first year of the Peace Corps.  They went off to places in Africa and the South Pacif...