The Naked Person

Wow. I may live in Capitol Hill, but things like this don't happen everyday. In fact, I can't think of one time - apart from the occasional parade hippy or drunken flasher - that I have ever seen someone naked on the street. And I mean completely, one-hundred percent, inarguably naked. This girl was just that, barring a pair of brown cowboy boots and a trendy pink purse. Even more surprising was the nonchalant way she strolled around as if she had stepped out to pick up a gallon of milk or mail a letter. A proud grin covered her face and her stride was quick and confident. I'll admit it's been hot lately (around ninety degrees), but I've somehow found a way to keep MY clothing on. Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe she's crazy. You decide.

A moment later she was detained by five police officers and assumedly "taken downtown".

The 50th State (pictures)

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The 50th State (con't)

It's day four.
We're in Kaanapali (on the northwest side of the island) at a beautiful resort on the beach. We've toured Maui in a helicopter, snorkeled, taken dive lessons, been to a Luau, and laid in the sand. Somehow, amid all that, Sheri and I have managed to find plenty of time to relax - something we both needed. We plan to snorkel more in the morning and drive to an area called Wailea where we'll be having dinner at the Fairmont Kea Lani Hotel (we get a good discount). Wednesday night we head for home. History tells me it will feel too soon, but it's so far been a most fulfilling trip.