Wednesday, September 9, 2009


A L O H A!
Welcome to Ala Wai Small Boat Harbor
at the Edge of Waikiki
click on photos to smell the surfHome Sweet Home!
"Hug the shore; let others try the deep."

Cloudia Wine!

“I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils.”
William Wordsworth

“To behold the wandering moon,

Riding near her highest noon,

Like one that had been led astray

Through the heav'n's wide pathless way;

And oft, as if her head she bowed,

Stooping through a fleecy cloud.”
John Milton

In the Hawaiian Language, OPALA means trash. Ouch!

“Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine,

so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.”


Boats and booze go together.
Or maybe I drink to forget.
Yesterday was my

On September 8, 1992
I moved all my stuff,
even Previous Kitty,
onto this boat.

3 days later
Hurricane Iniki
took dead aim at Waikiki.

I was too tired to move,
so we rode it out
shrieking winds, lashing surf
and all.
Capricious Iniki headed for hapless Kauai instead.

I drove my taxi from this harbor,
finished college,
got my first professional job
(and left it);
I wrote a novel at this drop-down desk,
and produce
Comfort Spiral
from here on board every day.

To read how it all began:

Some people do not have homes at all,
but I have a deck overhead.

Bonus Points:
For years I have driven past Mekaleka Street,
and Ekela Street without knowing what those names meant.
Well now I know!
Mekaleka = Margaret
Ekela = Ethel.

The familiar is always ready to serve up unseen treasures.
YOUR photos and blogs prove that to me everyday!


Your launch is here to take you back to the shore.
All ashore that's going ashore.
But please come back tomorrow,
to ride here at anchor
and sing a song together.

A L O H A! Cloudia