Surviving the Hawaiian missile crisis: My personal perspective on reality

I finished picking up my registration materials for Hawaiian Eye 2018 in Wailea on Saturday, Jan. 13, and uploaded my presentations. I returned to my hotel room and kissed my sleeping wife on her forehead, with plans to head to the gym before enjoying paradise on a glorious sunny day on the beach with my wife. I was walking toward the elevator when a mother was running down the hall in her flip-flops and basically giving whiplash to her baby screaming, “We are going to die.” I asked if I (Read more...)

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