SECOND THOUGHTS
Here’s my new favorite thing: bowling balls. Not bowling, God forbid, just the balls. The one time in my life I took to the lanes, I let go of the ball when my arm was extended behind me. Got me a strike, all right — on my date’s ankle. Not good. I’m equally skilled at golf.
But bowling balls themselves, now there’s something I can get behind. I’ve come to think of them as the poor gardener’s gazing balls, especially since they come in such a colorful array these days. And even if all you can find are the black ones, you can slather some mastic on them and poke in the crockery shards you’ve been saving in boxes that take up most of the available real estate in your snivelly shop that is also your laundry room for, like, 16 years. Well. If you’re me.
I have “planted” eight bowling balls in the garden beds, so far, to match the colors of the surrounding flowers. Purple ball in the same bed as the purple clematis and lavender. Blue ball among the forget-me-nots and
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After six years of working on Maui — including one year of scuffling as a freelance writer — I was out of a job. I’d quit as a Neighbor Island correspondent for a city newspaper to spend time exploring the island.
I’d quit a county gig as
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O conspiracy . . .
where wilt thy find
a cavern dark enough
to mask thy
monstrous visage?
Seek none, conspiracy;
hide it in smiles
and affability.
— Will
SECOND THOUGHTS
Tsk. I should know better, especially since I’m borderline nuts when it comes to saving things. OK, so I’m over the border and in another country even.
It goes like this around here: The rubber bands our mail carrier uses to secure the da


