Once a week, at least, I have dreams about the island of Kauai. Usually, I'm dreaming that we've moved there and have become an uber-mellow hippie family that grows avocado and pineapple in the front yard. We don't have jobs in this dream, or responsibilities of any kind. No one calls us with an emergency and really, no one even knows where we are. I think this is officially called escapism. When I wake up, I'm reminded that Kauai is for vacation, when we can afford it - meaning when... Read more »
