Dear Malika Dudley-Kealoha,
I know your last name isn’t Kealoha, but a guy can dream can’t he? The highlight of my weekends besides doing our podcast, and dancing to Justin Timberlake videos, is watching you do the weekend weather report. I sit in awe as you share your predictions of the coming weather, like the weather version of Mrs. Cleo, but not of the same skin color, and a lot more prettier, a lot more. Malika, mon petit Chou, everytime you point to a low preasure system heading north east towards the Hawaiian islands, I imagine you are pointing to me, and I smile. I smile and hope that one day the warm waters of Malika and the tropical disturbance of Russel will join and create a category 5 Hurricane of love, that will destroy anything in it’s path, everything that is, except the KGMB news room, because you work there and so does Ben Gutierrez. Ben Gutierrez is my homeboy. In closing I would like to say, I know you understand the french language, so I hope you understand when I say…Je suis fou de poulet! And I mean that from the bottom of my heart.
Your Tropical Disturbance,
Russel Kealoha
