This is my last night in Honolulu, I head back tomorrow. Night flight to Newark. Chase the moon (backwards) across America. Nothing's lost forever. At least I think that's so.

So for no reason at all I'm up late watching Ben-Hur, because it's on TCM. My mom is in the door-prize phase of mourning, I have one of dad's old navy pictures and his electric razor. I've never used an electric razor, I dunno.

How We Doin', Night Owls?

But here's the pic. He looked kind of devilishly Kennedyesque. Who could resist a charmer like that in uniform?