I know you were all shocked by yesterday's revelation. In the light of morning, it has begun to make a little more sense to me. We were at dinner at Chai's Bistro in Honolulu at the Aloha Tower. (Wonderful food.) There was entertainment - Danny Couch, who may have been a drummer for the famous Don Ho, but was certainly following in his singing footsteps. He had perfect black hair and a was wearing a black dinner jacket. And he was bubbly. (Like Tiny Bubbles?) (But not in the slightest bit sleazy. We were with Michele Takemoto, (beautiful, interesting, funny), Walter and Deborah Ann, (they practically glow with love and happiness), and Deborah Ann's mother, Katherine. A great group, but most of the talk was business, so I had Katherine all to myself at our non business end of the table. The only way to describe her is that she is a Magical Person. She's the big sister you tried to be, making everyone feel so special and powerful. She called John "her own personal tour guide" for driving on a little siteseeing tour of the Island. It made him happy each time she said it. I think her influence got him dreaming and reinventing himself. As a singer in a little lounge, with Zach on the drums and Amanda on the guitar, or harp - it is a dream, after all. And the "sleazy" thing was not so much in the spirit of the word, but more to distinguish the dream from a Barry Manilow style to the quiet thing he had in mind. What a nice man I married!