Thank you, Stephanie, that is most kind. Ah, you don't know the half of it, my father's family story alone would be the basis of a great novel. Grandpa was the Dutch translator at Ellis Island, set a trap for Grandma when he saw her picture (her brothers were his housemates) and persuaded her father to ship her over to New York. A few years later in 1920 they were off to the Islands with their five kids. Grandma became a Baha'i, attended seances (after their son fell from a building and died at 17) and sang in the opera. Grandpa built the highways, bridges and tunnels in the Territory, worked at the leper colony at Kalaupapa and ended up having a one year stay there when he was diagnosed with leprosy. He said it was the best vacation of his life and ended up forming the baseball team. They still remember him there. Now we are Hawaiian, Japanese, Chinese, and Filipino as well as kama'aina haoles.