
"Kawliga" is one of my all time favorite songs and the Weester knows the song well. For as long as I can remember, the drug store in town has had a wooden Indian at it's front doors. The Weester and I always greet "Kawliga" as we drive by. I was saddened, a couple of months ago, when I saw that the drug store was closing and Kawliga was missing. Later, the Prince told me that the drug store and the hardware store, owned by the same family, had merely merged and that Kawliga was now gracing the front door of the hardware store. I forgot to tell the Weester the good news.
The conversation in our car last week:
Weester: "MOM!! 'Liga is there. I just saw 'Liga!"
Me: "I forgot to tell you. Daddy told me Kawliga was at the hardware store now."
Weester: "Can we go back and see him?
Me: "Sure."
Weester, to himself: "Thank goodness. I thought he was dead - but they just moved him."




















