Because we live on an island, everything you do or say is heard through the coconut wireless (a term I dislike almost as much as the saying, “When you break up with someone, you don’t lose your girl, you just lose your turn.”)

There’s something about walking into a bar or restaurant, whether you’re with someone special or a good friend, that makes you feel significant when you are acknowledged as you pull up a stool and hear a, “How’s it been Kale? Welcome back,” followed by a warm handshake.