Alo-Ha! Friday
Hawaii lets rare edible
treasure slip awayI was stunned to learn we let a state treasure slip through our junk food-slick fingers.
Possibly the largest Chee-to in the world was excavated right here in Hawaii from a bag a Navy officer bought his 3-year-old son. The prodigious puff, the size of a lemon, was considered by many munchie experts to be the Holy Grail of snack anomalies.
The owner, after trying to sell the massive Chee-to on the Internet, sent it to an Iowa radio station which auctioned it off for charity.
While that might have been a nice sentiment, Hawaii should have found a place of honor for such a rare find in the world of edible archaeology. Alas, Bishop Museum is a lesser place.
And now the news:
Paper plane a hot item
BERLIN (Reuters) >> A 12-year-old boy accidentally burned down a pool-house and a summer pavilion with a flaming paper airplane, police said.(U.N. weapons inspector Hans Blix immediately launched an investigation into German weapons of recreational destruction.)
Rambo kid flames fish
BERLIN (Reuters) >> German police apprehended an 11-year-old boy as he torched stolen goldfish with a homemade flamethrower, police said.They discovered the boy roasting the fish with a device made from a water pistol, cigarette lighter and stolen petrol canister.
(Realizing that German boys were on the forefront of radical weapons design, Saddam Hussein secretly ordered several thousand of the plastic flamethrower's paper fire planes.)
Message is skin deep
LONDON (Reuters) >> An 85-year-old widow is so determined not be resuscitated against her will by doctors that she has tattooed the words "Do Not Resuscitate" across her chest.
(A tattoo on her back reads "Other Side Up.")
'Honolulu Lite' on Sunday:
War is hell on the home front, too, wrote Nashville songwriter Curly Putman. My Mom should have gotten a medal of valor for putting up with three rambunctious boys after Dad decamped for the relative peace and tranquility of Vietnam. As our fighting men and women head for Saddam Land, it's a good time to reflect on what life is like in a family where the chief breadwinner suddenly goes from taking kids to the soccer field to dodging bullets on a battlefield. In Sunday's "Honolulu Lite," learn why "military brats" aren't brats at all, but unique kids who live in a strange, uncertain world.
Quote me on this:
"Salary is no object. I want only enough to keep body and soul apart." -- Dorothy Parker
Charles Memminger, winner of National Society of Newspaper Columnists awards, appears Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays. E-mail cmemminger@starbulletin.com