No Tourists

Aloha!

Welcome to Waikiki Three Hula Dancers Weclome You

"Prayer is meaningless unless it is subversive, unless it seeks to overthrow and ruin the pyramids of callousness, hatred, opportunism, falsehoods."

Abraham Joshua Heschel

Another Domestic Hawaiian Rainbow

"If I had to live my life again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week. The loss of these tastes is a loss of happiness."

Concieted Carp

"You can get a whole lot more done with a kind word and a gun than you can with a gun alone."

Al Capone

There are No tourists in Hawaii!

That's right. We call them "visitors" as in Hawaii Visitors Bureau. I've always liked that old fashioned way of thinking about folks from elsewhere. It speaks of our local pride, identification with our island home, our traditional spirit of welcome. They all manage to hang on somehow – even in our topsy-turvy day. The real Waikiki, the genuine Hawaii, they still exist. Some visitors are fooled by our modern tempo and amenities, but for those with a heart to see beyond the "attractions" there is authenticity. The key is to bring some of your own along with you. . .

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Reappearance of Houdini

Aloha

Welcome to Life's Greatest Beach!

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Plenty of Room for YOU !

"A good conscience is a continual Christmas."
Benjamin Franklin

Patient Friend



"Be civil to all; sociable to many; familiar with few; friend to one; enemy to none."
Benjamin Franklin




Plumeria are Bursting!


65 years ago today: the "Longest Day,"
the D-Day Invasion. We remember; Thank You warriors.




"Do not anticipate trouble, or worry about what may never happen. Keep in the sunlight."
Benjamin Franklin

The phone rang at midnight –

you can imagine how I felt! Too early even for an east coast caller forgetting the time difference. The voice on the other end said: "I'm calling about a cat." A cat?! Is this a joke? "Someone found a slightly injured orange tom wandering on Diamond Head. His microchip has your phone number. I'm calling from the SPCA." My eyes shot open. Could this be our 2000 adoptee who jumped ship after just a week with our household? We'd taken to referring to him as 'Houdini' for his disappearing act. "Yes, 2000. That's right. What shall we do with him?" By now I had located the prodigal's 'sister' Miss Kitty (adopted that same day) peacefully sleeping on a pile of (formerly) clean laundry. The prospect of dragooning the escapee back to our boat in chains (or a cat carrier) didn't sit right. "Well. . . Um. . ." I said. "That's OK. The guy who found him wants to adopt him. Whew! These days we enjoy imagining Houdini's wanderings among the low bushes and back streets of Waikiki. We marvel at his 8 years of survival and his amazing luck in finding a friend just in time to retire (mostly) indoors.
We like to think of him in his new pal's lap, remembering his many adventures and enjoying a warm hand on his head. . .

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