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What’s a day in Paradise (Hawaii) without some minor mishaps? Twice last week, I had trouble entering my condo. The first time, the key wouldn’t go in all the way. Then I looked up and saw 2209. Ah, no wonder! My condo is 2207. Another time (the next day), I couldn’t slide my key into the hole at all. Again, I looked up and saw that I was trying to get into room 2205. My luck wasn’t much better in the elevator. I wanted to go up to the 29^th floor recreation deck, so I pressed the button and nothing happened. I pressed and pressed again—still no movement. The button didn’t even light up. Finally, I figured it out. I was hitting the 22^nd floor button. If you press on the button for the floor you are on, you get nowhere. How about that! But the most painful—literally—miscue occurred while I was walking with my wife to the fitness center. I usually walk behind my wife because she frequently veers off course; it’s easier to follow her if I can see where she is going in advance. Yet last week one day, I decided to walk right next to her—no matter what.  Bad move. Just as I was feeling so good about keeping up with my wife, even if she erratically changed course, I got blindsided by a hydrant that smashed into my kneecap. I learned my lesson. I stayed behind my wife as normal, hobbling and humbled. I will continue to keep a slight distance behind my wife: it may not be too romantic, but it’s a lot safer that way.