I will never leave my friends, family and islands again. Welcome back! We are in Waikiki together once again. Truly. Somewhere over the rainbow. Mahalo for your visit. You are MOST welcome here!
All the hopes of making it here. . . I remember the day we got our Hawaii Drivers licenses; The day I got my degree from University of Hawaii. I know these streets so well, driving over them so many days and nights as a taxi driver, health out-reach to the sex workers, Riding motorcycles in the pack. . . Special ocassions with family & friends long gone. . . I have a memory for every block, every beach, every stretch of country road. On 4 wheels and two. Lots of "Used to be" and "When did they build THAT?" I'm leaving a lot of myself on these streets, roads. . . I cannot think about my friends and Ohana, The Local Culture, without crying. . . Aloha Neighbors! What seemed unthinkable [leaving] is subsumed in a bigger dream. A fresh begining in a beautiful new place. Instead of retiring in place, we are fresh and new - beginning again - as we did here. . 30 years. Half of my life. Here's to the next Third! I'm very glad that YOU are coming along! Our blog party family is portable! [Thank Goodness!] So ride the spiral. See where we are landing- Oh I know we'll visit Honolulu. Nights in my dreams, and some sunny day... at least for a visit. . . I Shall Return. There may be a few scheduled posts as we sort out internet connectivity. I may not be visiting as normal for a while. But stick around. Something good is set to publish tomorrow. Kitty and I will be learning new routines. LOVE YOU! cloudia Honolulu I Am Coming Back Again
Andy Cummings
Chorus:
" I seem to hear the Pali calling me
I seem to hear the surf at Waikiki
And from Pacific Heights
I seem to see the lights
Of a city that is very dear to me
I seem to see the waving sugar cane
The coco palms all nodding in the rain
In fancy I am led Back to dear old Diamond Head
Honolulu, I am coming back again
Honolulu, I am coming back again. "
Words by F. B. Silverwood Music by David Lindeman.
Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room. ~Harriet Beecher Stowe