My time here in Gizo is done.
It has been better than great. Golly! These islands are fantastic.
I carry away a bone-tired happiness. A muscle-sore memory of seas n adventure and fun.
I am, as Otis sings, sitting on a dock on the bay…
I am sure many of you reading this have memories of Nusatupe International airstrip? Can’t call it an airport. It’s only a strip… 
I ponder the multitude of passings I have experienced here. Coming and going over the past 38 years. Leaving and being left.
And I feel better than great.
Life is good.
More later
The Native Iowan 
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