Mr. President was a name I was given back in 1997 due to a fierce love of the political game. With aspirations to change the world one person at a time along with an essential need to travel, this is my story.
Another tradition of ours is going over to Lana'i and staying the night. This year only my dad and I wanted to go. The amazing thing about this island in how un-hawaiian it feels. Only 3,000 people live on this island which is owned by one man (well, 98% of it). I'll post a picture when we get to the town; it looks and feels like Tahoe.
Nothing like getting woken up by mom saying were running late for church; I thought we were on vacation. Nevertheless, mass at St. Theresa's Catholic Church in Kihei is fun due to a vast amount of singing and closing hula/prayer.
