In case I have any credulity left after the snowflake story, I have to document what happened yesterday while Jason was telling me over the phone why he thinks I may be ready to do some membrane piercing. A white dove flew onto the ledge outside the window through which I was looking a few feet away. I didn't move with the probable exception of my jaw dropping, but he spotted me and practically stared me down. Although white doves are not uncommon in Hawaii. I cannot recall seeing one on the ledge outside any of my windows in the thirty years I have lived here. And I've never had one stare me down like that. It was as if he were saying, "What do you want? An engraved invitation? Go for it."