I Lost My Zen ... Again.

Again, but you didn't know it was lost and found in the first place. That's OK. If you had known, you'd not be who I think you are.

Don Ho died. Saturday. I blogged aboot Vonnegut the day he died, and since then have authorised April 13 to be National Read Something By Vonnegut Day (sponsored by the Church of the God the Utterly Indifferent, or some such). But ... Don Ho died on Saturday, at 76. I never saw his show.

What I remember most that is Don Ho related, besides the Gordon Biersch across the way from a restaurant that bears his name, is my cousin insisting that I had to go see him. He said (I paraphrase), There's nothing more Hawaii than Don Ho. Instinctively, I knew this wasn't true; surely surfing is more Hawaii, or coconuts, or sun tan lotion, or pineapples, or any of the other things a guy from Indiana first thinks of. Not Don Ho. Yes Hula Girl.

But I never saw him. And while a lot of people would agree that there are things more Hawaii than Don Ho, he was certainly something VERY Hawaii.

Anyway. Thought I'd say something, when I can't say anything. But that's what I said. If you've seen my zen, please let me know.