We just said goodbye to Todd's best friend Sonny (translation for Gail: Harold), who just moved back to the mainland after 19 years on Maui, and is Colorado-bound. Why the hell do all of our best people move to Colorado? Search me. He and Todd moved to Hawaii together in 1992. Todd lasted a few years, whereas Sonny became an honorary bra'. He is known as the Mayor of Maui. He's a hell of a great guy, and even though Colorado may as well still be Jupiter, Todd is so glad he's back, as am I because this reduces my risk of airplane travel significantly. In anticipation of his extended stay, Todd used his super magical used vehicle mojo to find Sonny a car, and when they set out last week to look at four, I couldn't help but laugh at Sonny driving back in a Jeep identical to Todd's. They spent all Saturday Jeeping and being boys and buffing or whatever the hell in the driveway, as Todd wasn't about to let Sonny go without analyzing/polishing/replacing/over-thinking every single belt, bolt, etc. One morning last weekend I awoke to find an array of other island drop-outs in my house, all of whom live within 30 miles, planning an impromptu father-son retreat, and when I took the garbage out, I noticed that there were six identical white Jeeps in the driveway. Another friend dropped by and was laughing, asking if it was some sort of Jeep convention. There is definitely a shared mentality in this brotherhood. Tonight we bid Sonny farewell, which is always tough on him and Todd. But much like BFF necklaces, they have their Jeeps by which to remember each other. See you soon bra'.