Lava Gonzo Journalism

Yesterday I woke up with the sheet underneath me soaked in sweat, but my headache was gone. My sore throat was still a bit raw when I swallowed, but I realized that it wasn’t due to sulfur dioxide, smoke or any of the other noxious gases floating down from Leilani. I had a legit fever, but it had broke and I was on the mend. Deciding to get upwind from the questionable air, I hopped in my car and headed to town. The Pahoa-Kapoho road was open again, and there wasn’t any traffic as I rolled into Pahoa. The Tin Shack was parking lot was packed. I found a table and sat down with a cup of coffee and Malcolm Gladwell’s 2005 book ‘Blink’ which had just arrived in the mail. On the side of me, some hippie guy with a crystal adorned walking stick was telling a woman that people should focus on channeling love and light--typical Puna talk. I tuned them out and read about how people can intuitively sense bullshit before their logical minds arrive at the same conclus...