reversed the fountain of youth and she aged back to the present while I was sleeping.
Melvin’s office already knew about my reinstatement before I could tell them and I’ve just received my next assignments, which are five court appearances in Santa Monica. Now that I’m a full-fledged attorney again, I’ll be paid the full one hundred dollars for each one of those appearances. This money, along with the five hundred owed to me for the past two weeks’ assignments gives me over a thousand extra dollars to waste, so I’m now making a request to Mel’s office. Because I’m not due in Thailand for another four days, I suggest a slight change in my travel arrangements: I’d like to leave the next morning and stop over in Maui for a few days before continuing on to my appointment in Thailand.
Surprisingly there is no objection, and as a congratulory gesture, the office will be picking up the extra charges incurred by the flight changes, as well as my two-night stay at Lahaina’s Pioneer Inn on Front Street, across from the huge Banyan Tree.
When we discuss my travel plans, Laverne apologizes for not being able to make the trip with me because I’m going during the week, and she just can’t get away from work. I try to look disappointed and say to myself “as if!”
Several years ago my wife and I spent a week’s vacation in Hawaii and visited Maui, a 729-square-mile island seventy miles southeast of Oahu. Maui has a population of less than one hundred thousand people and it’s a charming place to visit. After landing at Kahului Airport, we took a thrilling 27-mile ride on winding roads to the island’s main tourist area, the small oceanfront village of Lahaina. While we were there, our conversation with some people we bumped into at one of the Island’s many art galleries turned to the boat I was restoring in our back yard. John Williams and his wife, the people we were talking to, happened to be members of the local Lahaina Yacht Club, and upon learning we were interested in boating they graciously invited us to be their guests for dinner at the club.
We spent several more days in Lahaina, and always seemed to gravitate back to the friendly atmosphere of the Yacht Club, where we were allowed to purchase a fifteen-day guest membership privilege card, courtesy of arrangements made by our new friends.
Before leaving the island, John offered to sponsor me for membership in the club. At first it seemed like a strange idea, but upon hearing that as a member I’d be entitled to reciprocal privileges at thousands of other yacht clubs around the world, the idea sounded like a good one so I accepted. Six months later I received my membership card in the mail and have kept it current to this date. It’s only for an Associate non-voting membership. In order to be a Regular Member with charging and voting rights you must have a residence on the Island. The club’s logo of a large whale looked very impressive on the triangular burgee that I had fastened to my boat’s flagpole, and it was the last thing I saw as the burnt-out remains of my Chris Craft were being towed away. I’ll have to buy another one when I get back there this time.
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The flight is a little over five hours and I’m spending most of it reading some Sherlock Holmes stories. I can’t help but think of a strange coincidence: Arthur Conan Doyle, the Holmes’ creator, was an ophthalmologist, just like Doctor Sherman Gault. But unlike Gault, Doyle was never accused of killing anyone.
Doyle was born in 1859 and got his medical degree from the University of Edinburgh, where he studied under Dr. Joseph Bell, who used to tell his students that no matter how good the eye can see , many times it doesn’t observe . To prove his point, Bell would have a student go outside on the street and bring in any passer-by at random. Bell would then amaze his students by doing a Sherlock Holmes-type of ‘rant,’ telling all about the stranger by just
Melvin’s office already knew about my reinstatement before I could tell them and I’ve just received my next assignments, which are five court appearances in Santa Monica. Now that I’m a full-fledged attorney again, I’ll be paid the full one hundred dollars for each one of those appearances. This money, along with the five hundred owed to me for the past two weeks’ assignments gives me over a thousand extra dollars to waste, so I’m now making a request to Mel’s office. Because I’m not due in Thailand for another four days, I suggest a slight change in my travel arrangements: I’d like to leave the next morning and stop over in Maui for a few days before continuing on to my appointment in Thailand.
Surprisingly there is no objection, and as a congratulory gesture, the office will be picking up the extra charges incurred by the flight changes, as well as my two-night stay at Lahaina’s Pioneer Inn on Front Street, across from the huge Banyan Tree.
When we discuss my travel plans, Laverne apologizes for not being able to make the trip with me because I’m going during the week, and she just can’t get away from work. I try to look disappointed and say to myself “as if!”
Several years ago my wife and I spent a week’s vacation in Hawaii and visited Maui, a 729-square-mile island seventy miles southeast of Oahu. Maui has a population of less than one hundred thousand people and it’s a charming place to visit. After landing at Kahului Airport, we took a thrilling 27-mile ride on winding roads to the island’s main tourist area, the small oceanfront village of Lahaina. While we were there, our conversation with some people we bumped into at one of the Island’s many art galleries turned to the boat I was restoring in our back yard. John Williams and his wife, the people we were talking to, happened to be members of the local Lahaina Yacht Club, and upon learning we were interested in boating they graciously invited us to be their guests for dinner at the club.
We spent several more days in Lahaina, and always seemed to gravitate back to the friendly atmosphere of the Yacht Club, where we were allowed to purchase a fifteen-day guest membership privilege card, courtesy of arrangements made by our new friends.
Before leaving the island, John offered to sponsor me for membership in the club. At first it seemed like a strange idea, but upon hearing that as a member I’d be entitled to reciprocal privileges at thousands of other yacht clubs around the world, the idea sounded like a good one so I accepted. Six months later I received my membership card in the mail and have kept it current to this date. It’s only for an Associate non-voting membership. In order to be a Regular Member with charging and voting rights you must have a residence on the Island. The club’s logo of a large whale looked very impressive on the triangular burgee that I had fastened to my boat’s flagpole, and it was the last thing I saw as the burnt-out remains of my Chris Craft were being towed away. I’ll have to buy another one when I get back there this time.
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The flight is a little over five hours and I’m spending most of it reading some Sherlock Holmes stories. I can’t help but think of a strange coincidence: Arthur Conan Doyle, the Holmes’ creator, was an ophthalmologist, just like Doctor Sherman Gault. But unlike Gault, Doyle was never accused of killing anyone.
Doyle was born in 1859 and got his medical degree from the University of Edinburgh, where he studied under Dr. Joseph Bell, who used to tell his students that no matter how good the eye can see , many times it doesn’t observe . To prove his point, Bell would have a student go outside on the street and bring in any passer-by at random. Bell would then amaze his students by doing a Sherlock Holmes-type of ‘rant,’ telling all about the stranger by just
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