January 2, 1943 (Saturday)

Barbers Point NAS

Ran into Beeza this morning at the hotel. She just returned from Maui and said she’d made the whole trip flat on her back in the aisle of the plane. Sick is one of her dogs, I presume.

Raining steadily. Wally and I returned to the squadron around noon. Talked to a very interesting trap on the bus, who knew quite a bit about island hog and cattle raising, also any other farm and ranch subjects. He also told us quite a bit about fishing hereabouts.