My husband’s childhood friend called him yesterday. He had not talked to this guy in a year, since we moved to Hawaii. “He’s getting married September 18th,” my husband reported.

“Where?”

“I didn’t ask.”

“Outdoors, in a church, on the beach?”

“I have no idea.”

“Where are they going to live?” I remembered he and his girlfriend were conflicted over who would relocate.

“I don’t know.”

“Well, what did he tell you?”

“He said Hawaii didn’t have the Pro Bowl this year because the NFL asked them to pay a fee, and Hawaii wouldn’t do it, so the state lost billions in revenue. But they’re going to have here next year because they realized it was a huge mistake.”

Oh.