Valerie Jarrett flew in Dr S.H. Rink to Honolulu because she feared that the island choom had unhinged me. Rink lost no time in dosing me to the gills with an injected sedative. I retreated to the Presidential bed after asking Marv Nicholson, my amiable trip director, to find Badgie, my satin-edged comfort blanket and give him to me so I could rub Badgie against my care-worn cheeks and take a restful nap. Aaah.... Badgie....num...num....zzzzz....num...num...zzzzzz... Badgie....
