Well, it has been a while since my last BLOG entry. It seems I have a lot less free time now that I am retired, but I'm doing the things I enjoy. One of the things we enjoy doing is going to all the events in the community. A few weeks ago we attended the festival for the Men's Molokai Hoe canoe race. Since the island is so small, these events are fun to attend, because everyone knows everybody and it is more like a large family reunion. I was talking with a friend and he was telling me of some excitement that went on earlier in the week. His daughter, who works at the local police department, called him up in a tizzy saying that Auntie X's (anyone older than you is Auntie or Uncle in Hawaii), car had been stolen right from main street. My friend works on main street so he went out to see what was going on. He saw Auntie X and asked her what happened. She said she parked her truck, left it unlocked with keys in the ignition, just like all the other cars, and ran into the store to pick something up before heading to the bank to deposit quite a bit of money (still in the car in a bank pouch). Well needless to say, the Molokai "all points bulletin" was initiated, which is basically calling and texting everyone to ask, "Have you seen Auntie X's vehicle? It was spotted right away out on the west side and a patrol car was dispatched and pulled the vehicle over. It turned out to be foreign tourist that were here for the day from Maui. They had booked a tour from one of the locals here and he told them their vehicle would be found on main street with the keys in it and they got in the wrong vehicle. They came back to town and got the right vehicle, the money was still untouched and everything was fine. My friend told me things like this happen quite often. One time one of the county trucks went missing (of course they are parked in a lot with the keys in them). It was found way out on the west end. It turns out someone needed a ride so they borrowed it and left it in Maunaloa. Living here really reminds me of growing up in Vermont, minus the freezing winters. In Vermont, we never locked our doors, we left our keys in our cars and in the winter it was not uncommon to see cars in parking lots (still running) while people ran in to the store to grab something. I know there is crime here, but compared to other places we have lived, it is minor and seems like a great place to raise a family or enjoy retirement.