Do you wonder what it is like to live on a small island in the middle of a big ocean? It’s a lot like living in a small town. Everyone knows everyone or is at least distantly related. Whenever you meet someone new somehow they know someone you work with or their cousin is your neighbor. In someways it seems to make life a lot friendlier. It definitely makes the politics a lot more personal.
Speaking of politics, elections are coming up for the new Governor and Senators. Billboards and signs, TV and radio commercials are non-stop advocating for candidates and recently beginning to slam candidates. As an indicator of the small town feel, I spoke to the challenger for Lieutenant Governor in line for lunch at Wendy’s the other day. We also meet two of the senatorial challengers, one while I was out running and the other at a karaoke bar (no, Wally did not sing). It’s hard not to get caught up in the elections especially when there are lots of horrendous stories about previous mismanagement and juicy back stories on the candidates. Things feel very personal.
Last week we had a taste of the reality of living abroad. We are trying to get our Guam drivers licenses and switch over our utilities. To get a drivers license you need to have a social security card, no not just supplying the number but you have to have the card. If you don’t have the card you have to have a special paper verifying your number. To get the paper you have to go to the SSA office and wait in-line to find out you don’t have all of the correct paperwork. Bottom-line: always bring your passport, a magazine, and a lot of patience. Cheers!
Gwen kissing a ’soursop’ from our yard. It’s a fruit.





