Our oldest roots stretch back to KK8 in the dark mud of Kapiolani Park. Well worth skipping Senior Year midterms for a shot to play on the alumni team as a current student. The Caltech Reunion team, The Sarcastic Fringeheads (or as our cotton shirts said that year, Ceci N'est Pas une Fringehead Sarcastique).

I didn't know if I'd ever get back having moved to NYC. Then I got to talking to Scottie, and he said "oh yeah we're going back. Let's get a bid together RIGHT NOW." And thus the infamous lorax was born and took our licks at KK17. I was overjoyed to see the Fringeheads win the spirit award. I felt doubly blessed when they invited me to join in the celebratory beverage -- my kaimana spirit shot glass has a spot of honor on the hearth.

KK18 was a sad time. We secured a bid but couldn't get momentum to get over the hump of 14 hour travel times from NY.

KK20 brought forth a new plan: Scott just went to watch. Is that retirement I hear creeping up? A decade between Kaimana visits is just too long!

The call of the West is strong. The sirens of youth call forth. The mighty Pacific weaves a beautiful charm. And so we have moved back to the shores of the pacific, here in Calironia. Scott and I find ourselves back, and available, and with new frisbee friends to draw from. Foca with his organizational and mingling skills have put us together a rockstar line ready to represent. From the ashes of the lorax, we arise phoenix like, the hip-huck-apotomous. Our spirit is still strong and our love runs deep. I can't wait to party with you all again.

Aloha and Mahalo,
--spaz