Great Quacks Alive

Last week, I posted about my new little friend, Ducky.  (He’s doing fine, thanks.)

This week, it’s about the 20,000 rubber duckies that floated in the Ala Wai Canal for the 31st Annual Geat Hawaiian Duck Race. 

How I miss “home” . . . the Duck Race, SPAM festival, Aloha Parade . . . the aloha spirit . . . and, generally, everything Hawaiian.  It’s the first time in a long time I've not been there—18 months, but who’s counting?  <big longwinded sigh>

But seeing pics of those little lemon-yellow fellas brought a huge and happy smile to my face (it ain’t had many these last few months, I readily confess). 

Held by the United Cerebral Palsy Association of Hawaii, I’ve been blessed to attend a few of these.  “Launched” from the Kalakaua Avenue Bridge, a massive bobbling, wobbling island of yellow floats 50 yards down the canal.  Watching them is cheering, fun, and uplifting . . . and it's all for a very worthy cause.

"They're basically racing for people with disabilities," said Donna Foutz, an event organizer.  "Each duck gets adopted and the top 50 winners win their adopted owners wonderful prizes."

Hopefully, God willing, I won’t miss out on the next one.  And I’ll make sure to bring Ducky; he’d love to befriend a few fellow waterbirds.

Aloha my friends.