Picture pages.

Every time I walk into work I see almost the same thing I used to see back in Minnesota: A bunch of screen savers with pictures of beaches.

Big difference.

Most of the pictures here, the people took the weekend before while grilling out or on a whim as they were driving along and saw a sunset just a little more beautiful than the ones we are blessed to see everyday.

I can't get over how gorgeous this place is. And I feel so much Catholic guilt when I forget for a moment how lucky I am, like if I don't roll down the passenger window as I drive along South Kihei Road -- just yards from the ocean on my way to or from work so I can smell the salt air.

Ah... It's that lesson we all need to be reminded, stop and smell the plumerias. Then go over and ask the neighbor working on his garage if he needs a hand or tip the pizza guy for real.

Pull over. Get out. Take your shoes and socks off and squish the sand between your toes. That's why we all have towels in our cars and hoses next to our doors at home, after all. We better enjoy if we're lucky enough to be here, especially so long we think tourists are geeks.

So, when I get home tonight, I'm going to put my rod and reel and tackle box back in the trunk and remember how much calmer and happier it makes me feel to hear the waves hitting the rocks and snagging that bite than half listening to the squeek of basketball shoes during a Division II game on ESPN 3 while I read about Chinese currency deflation in Time.

I hope I maybe reminded someone to do the same. And I'm bringing my camera, so I can add a new Kona sunset photo to my desktop after the weekend.

Aloha, friends.