When we want to go to a beach nearby, we walk a few blocks down the street to the Hilton Hawaiian Village. So far they haven't kicked Ray out for using their pool although I can't believe they haven't noticed him doing his cannonballs into the water. We've met a couple new buddies whom I call Frenchie and Motorola. Frenchie is a nice lady from California who is French and teaches sign language locally as a volunteer. Motorola is a former club circuit piano player who has the bluest eyes I've ever seen on a human. I call her Motorola because she talks non stop and never takes a breath. She's nearing 70 and has lived a few. She recently moved here from Vegas after her boyfriend died. She is actively looking for a man, Italian in particular, and asked if there were any Italian men in TN. I said no, so I think she has settled on Ray. The other day he went over alone and was happily floating way out near the breakers on his big deluxe float. (If it were placed on a frame, it would be a queen-sized bed.) He's halfway dozing when out of the blue he hears a voice. I think he thought it was the Lord at first and was startled, but it was Motorola. She said hey and asked him something about the place we are staying. She starts talking and drones on and on until eventually he lets his float drift away to escape. He came back to our apt. and said, "Do you know who is in the best shape on the island? Motorola, she can tread water indefinately!"
I'm going to have to keep closer tabs on Ray...
I'm going to have to keep closer tabs on Ray...
