Going to a Go-Go

I just signed on to the Princess Cruises web site. Several of our friends, some who read this blog regularly, are on two separate cruise vacations. One ship, Golden Princess has a few of the gang in Hawaii. The second ship, Sapphire Princess recently sailed out of Hawaii and is now on the way to Pago Pago.

Pago Pago. That is such a cool name. "Hey, where do you go?"......"Well, I go to Pago Pago." As a kid in Michigan I drank a lot of Faygo soda, or as we called it there, pop. I would love to go to Pago Pago and drink some Faygo Faygo.

I went to a Go-Go in Pago Pago and drank some Faygo Faygo.

I played with a Yo Yo on Pago Pago.

Pago Pago is the  territorial capital of the U.S. territory of American Samoa. The village is located on Pago Pago Harbor, on the island of Tutuila, largest and most populous island of American Samoa.

We have a backyard cat we call Sparky Lee. I think he is a he but he may be a she. I do not want to lift it's tail and look. Sparky has been with us for two or three years. We have no idea where he/she came from. As long as the cat hangs here we will supply a little love and food and shelter and health care.

I wish Sparky would stop trying to con me. The cat gets treats, like Crave, from Wanda and an hour later yowls at me, like I didn't know. Silvia, the cat who lives across the street but hangs out in our front yard, has her own trick. We have a small food dish for her. When I'm pouring kibble she lifts her head and bangs it on the bottom of the bowl knocking more food into her dish.

At times I think having cats is almost as bad as having kids.

On Monday night (Halloween) a couple of the guys next door came out to join us. It was nice getting to know our neighbors some. One of the fellows was either very quiet or didn't speak English. I'm embarrassed to say I can't remember either of their names. We were talking about the houses and the neighborhood in general. The English speaking guy asked how long we have lived here. We said Wanda has been in the house since 1978.

"I was born in 1977," he said.

I have shoes older than him.

And I got to thinking about my birth year, 1948. The 40's, yes, the end of the 40's but none the less, the 40's.

The year I was born was only three years after the bombing of Japan and the end of the war. The year I was born much of the south was segregated. It was only one year after the first African American, Jackie Robinson, broke the "color line" in major league baseball. Movies were usually black and white (at least something was both). Television was in it's infancy.

Much has changed for the better in the last six decades. Do you think we have?