Every night at sunset, it’s traditional to blow a conch shell here at the Condo Called “Done Working.” I call it the Kihei Phillharmonic because everybody blows a different note, but they (mostly) are in harmony. Sounds like bunch of out-of-tune bassoons, but is not unpleasant. I don’t even know if conch shells are local – I think they’re actually imported from the Caribbean, or they’d be on all the trendy menu items here. Today’s activity was simple – head to Lahaina for a late brunch, which we had at the Pioneer Inn. Then we mooched around town taking pictures…