If you want people to know you are in Molokai and enjoying the zero traffic lights situation there you can call, you can can send a postcard, or you can send a coconut. Mine cost me 8 dollars, each. I couldn’t think of anything clever on the first coconut. We were all standing there and it was hot and the pen was scuffy nibbed. A palm tree saying “aloha”, is the pitiful offering I mustered. And I used black for the trunk part of the tree which just made it look cheap or sinister. I rallied a bit on the second one because the nice postal worker at Post-a-Nut allowed us to lug back a basket (government issue!) of coconuts to our condo-nut and we bought new, sharpie pens. Coconut 2: “No Man is a Molokai”, with some fancy graphic design tricks to bring some panache.
My mom, a coconut recipient (Dad too), was blown away that this kind of thing was possible in an already impressive world. She began musing with me on the phone, over the possibilities. “So, if I wanted to send you…like, a basketball…all I have to do is put your name and address on it and that’s it…they have to deliver it to you?!!”
“There’s only one way to find out mom.”
Another nice message, sent:
Russian Genius Solves Most Complicated Math Problem, Rejects $1M Prize
“Dr. Grigory Perelman, who has solved one of the most complicated math problems, is going to refuse the $1 million reward from a U.S. institute next Tuesday, claiming the prize was the solution of the problem.”
A message to the coconutty world: sometimes it’s about more than moolah/roubles.
I’m reluctant to remove the mailing labels off the basketball, so proud am I to have a mom who follows through on her curiosities. The addresses will be there though. To and From. She used a good pen.