Had a damn good b/fast buffet with police recruit school classmate Smitty at the Hale Koa, a military hotel on Waikiki Beach. I knew his stepfather who was my lieutenant in police dispatch! His dad was a scream, a rail thin red-haired curmudgeon I liked. Smitty and I are Vietnam vets, me in armor and he was a combat engineer. He's 5 yrs younger. We both had rough and tumble childhoods, though his was rougher. I had tumbles
Red used to keep a roll of toilet paper threaded through the typewriter next to his desk to log in the f-ups of the day. I never told Smitty that.