Pago Pago Bus

September 3

Last night's planned anchor drag has been delayed. Opportunities for rescheduling, however, should abound as wind gusts increase tomorrow, forecast 15 to 30 through weekend. Amps leaking from wazoo at prodigious rate; batteries smiling (this is a figurative term as Trojan T-105 golf cart batteries lack lips). Despite wind not coming directly from Starkist, eddies periodically bring air through hatches, chewy with essence of rotting tuna. As no maggots are nearby, am spared sound of their gagging.

Advance intel on Samoans has proven accurate. These are substantial people, sturdy people, big people. Many play for the NFL (American football). Men often wear a traditional skirt-like garment, the lava-lava. Nobody makes fun. Small, trim individuals, being at far end of bell curve, awaken health concerns among friends and family. Despite ability of many locals to squash modest-sized individuals with an eye tic, all have been delightfully friendly.

Utilized local conveyance today in proceeding to retail establishments for acquisition of various useful (he claims sincerely) items including surprise discovery of a holy grail, 10 year old Talisker single malt scotch (it's not 'the' holy grail, of course, that would be the 18 year old). Driver/owner on first bus may have spent more for stereo woofer than the wooden coach, as is how most are constructed. Riding with him could be a status elevating experience to the degree that bleeding eardrums is a positive social statement.

Jack