This is for the punk that wrote derogatory words on my mailbox in permanent pen: Ainokea—the mailman see it more den me. But my kids are reading, and that’s not the kind of trash I want coming out of their mouths. Now I hafta spend part of a perfectly good Saturday scrubbing my mailbox with turpentine. I work too hard for this crap, and you should have better things to do with your time. You want write so bad, maybe go see if they hiring at MauiTime, yeah?