Dawn…my deck…coffee…a bunch…of us…watching…the running of the buffalo-faced flounders…annoying…series of…ellipses… Anyway, there we were, at dawn, on my deck, coffee in hand, awaiting the running of the buffalo-faced flounders. ‘We’ being myself (obviously, or how would I be telling this story?), Diego, Gore and Paduca, Samuel, Tom, Phanny (taking a break from her usual morning workout for this special occasion), Polly and Dana, and Sleeve McGarrett.