I think my tiki gods were watching yesterday. I was about out of gas on the way to work, so I stopped in St Pete for gas. There was a 20-something guy, pretty clean-cut, with a beat up car with Cali plates wandering around, and he asked me if I had any change, because he lost his wallet. I'm old enough to spot a scan, I think, so I dug some quarters out of my console, and pumped my gas. He was trying to garner some more change from people to fill his tank and I thought to myself "I've been that guy, and it sucks". So I drove up to his car, gave him $5 and said "I've been there". He couldn't thank me enough, said he'd have enough to get to his friends house, and I left. I drove away, thinking about times I've been stuck when on the radio comes the Beatles' "In My Life", but it was a cover by one of my favorites, virtuoso ukulelist Jake Shimabukuro.
Were Kane and Lono watching me? In the immortal words of Johnny Mathis, it's not for me to say.