I miss coaching. Whether it was age-group or JV, I just miss it. I don't missing reffing, though! Oh, officiating the really little kids, that was fun. There times I'd do four, five, six games in one day back in the P&R summer league in Kona. But officiating is work. Coaching is fun.

The things that fill our souls are so numerous, but for me, they're actually kind of limited. I miss taking my nephew to the little pond, Kunawai Springs, after school. Back then, when he was 6, 7 years old, we had more time. We must've fed the fish (and crayfish) there a hundred times. I enjoyed every minute, every crumb we threw. Every popcorn kernel. Yeah, I'd save my leftover popcorn from the movies and store it in my car trunk so we could toss them to the fishies.

I could write a list of a lot more things I miss, but that memory comes to mind immediately. People talk about spirit and all that, but the soul is where I think we find peace. And if there is no peace, boy, our souls sure know how to let us know. In my case, it's not about missing my nephew since I see him almost every day. It's missing another time, a period when we both had much more freedom, when his day and my day were a lot simpler.

Time slips by far too quickly. My goal, one of them, is to slow the clock down. And maybe feed those tilapias some three-day-old buttered popcorn.

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