The Hawaiian licence plates all have a rainbow on them. On my first day in Hawaii, I was impressed by their tolerance or the astonishing proliferation of gay drivers. Turns out the rainbow — the unsexual one — is the state symbol because there are multiple rainbows in the sky every afternoon after it showers on the mountaintops and we are on the beach in the sun.
On the main drag, this store had large posters for valentines day. Boy-boy. Girl-boy. Girl-girl. America the tolerant.