My lawyer-in-law

 I did some practice last night, and in the continuing saga of my helping my Oahu friend, I'd told him I'd call my brother in law the high-powered lawyer and see if he knew anyone from his public service hero days. 

So I woke up at 3, and remembered my promise. So I called up the guy I once referred to as my lawyer-in-law. He sounded good, which is good, and said mostly he's a divorce lawyer these days so unless my friend is getting divorced ... He heard me out, though, and said it sounds like a case for Hawaii's Adult Protective Services. Of course! - was my reaction. I said it was great to hear him sounding so well, and I hoped my sister is well, which he said she is, and I said that I'm due back there in a bit less than two years now and I hope we can all be friends because we'll all be on that island together. 

He sounded very professional and even more so than 20 years ago when I saw him in person. He's been through a lot, as we've all been through a lot - served at a JAG lawyer in the Army and I bet they see some things. It was his sister manning the phone when I called, so in a way I "met" her also, and she sounds nice and it's neat that he's got his sister working there now, in his semi-retired one-man operation. 

Adult Protective Services, of course. See, it takes what the State Of Hawaii has designated a "super lawyer", price of Punahou School and Santa Clara University, and no doubt his Army unit, to come up with such simple, clear thinking as this. Geez. It's the silliest thing since the time I, an Olympic hopeful, got seen by the hotshot doctors at the Olympic Training Center to find out I had ... a nickel allergy. Or the Space Shuttle people having to have Richard Feynman tell them that  O-rings get stiff when it's cold. Any electronics tech could have told them that, and their own engineers were trying to tell them that, but no, it took Feynman. 

So I've emailed my Oahu friend and told him the latest, and will go from there. 

So now I know my sister is OK, her husband is OK. I was worried that one or the other's health may have turned for the worse because we're all old these days and things happen. He'll pass on to my sis that I care about her and that I'll be back in the island in a couple of years. And I suppose I've made a good impression, stretching myself out to help a friend. 

I packed 11 things and took off at about 5. The post office was easy-peasy, then I went to 99 Ranch and got some curry flavored ramen and a couple little cans of pate' and got $100 back. I asked for a $100 bill because "It will go in a gift card" and the nice lady actually sorted through all her $100's to find the nicest one. Of course the gift is for me, for "oh shit" savings. 

Then over to H Mart for a few bottles of makgeolli and because I felt silly just buying that, I looked around and finally settled on a "spicy dried tofu" snack. 

The ride home was like ... WTF? Has everyone's boss gotten on their ass and said No more working from home? There's a ton of traffic out there. I stopped by the medical place and saw essentially a whole "Metro" cart with wheels, disassembled. I tried calling Ken to see if we needed any more Metro stuff and he didn't answer, so I decided to get it anyway. I went back here and put things away and got the trailer out and went back and got it. I also got a big box of data tapes. 

I did some re-arranging and threw out some anti-static mats we'll never use and no one's going to buy, and made room to store the Metro cart parts.