Brennen's Last Nite

The Top of Waikiki turns slowly, about one revolution per hour, where you can scan the horizon while you dine on steaks, pork chops and various delectables.

Dwane misses him already and he hasn't even left yet.

When I feel I've over done it on vacation

I just take a look at this and feel MUCH better . . .

Chris From Canada

Senior Frogs Opening In Waikiki

What fun!

If yuh gotta go, you may as do it in style while at Senior Frogs!

Duck Tours

Taking the Duck Tour today entailed a trip to Hanauma Bay, snorkeling and roasting under the July sun. My skin feels the tightness setting in. Soon my skin will peel like strips of bark.

Brennen took some photos underwater, catching some good shots of the surviving sea creatures. The bay's reef is trampled by looky-loo visitors. Sad, really. Nature boy would have something caustic to say, no doubt.

A van took us back to Koko Marina where all this began and there we boarded the Duck, a big yellow amphibious vehicle that was built to last for just a few months during WWII. Someone had a good eye to keep them working all this time.

A Hawaiian girl drove the land routes of the Duck and gave some interesting points to the things we saw around Hawaii Kai, Kai being short for Kaiser, the one responsible to developing that area of the island. Captain Ron took us out on Maunalua Bay for a brief tour of the bay. Short and sweet, but interesting to see that the boat could still float and function without falling to pieces . . . I was sure it would at the time.

All in all, a fun way to spend the day and all for $40.00 a person. Quack Quack!

B's Back In Town

. . . and getting older. He's taller and has a lot more hair these days.



We went for a ride on the Maita'i catamaran and got toasted by the sun. I can still feel the heat on my face. Ow.

This was taken back at the Sand Bar with B sitting a respectful distance from the bar. Hotel policy is silly since it serves food on the premises. The policy goes against all protocols and good manners. It's as if the hotel management doesn't trust their employees, like the bartenders, not to serve alcohol to someone that is obviously under 21.

If My Nose Was Running Money

A hoot to listen too.

Young Men And War

My Two Cents:

I finally got to meet T's nephew, D, along with his friends who are also serving in the Marines. The resemblance is uncanny, a young T, and just as real a human being as T. Can the world be so lucky?

D is in the Marines, training here in Hawaii. The odds that he would be here on the island and T bumping into him at the Waikiki Sand Villa Resort checking into a room was an amazing work of bon chance.

Hearing T and D talking, solidified the stories T told us of his nephew and brothers and sister. What a family. T's really proud of D. Easy to understand that.

It pains me that he may have to go to Iraq, unless there is a sharp change in war plans. To join the military puts you in a position to pull duty you may not care for. I wonder if he understands that? I convinced myself that I did when I joined the Army and ended up going to Viet Nam. I realized, of course, I didn't have a clue. And me from a military family!

My wish for D is that he does his duty well and not succumb to the propoganda machine worth a couple of long paragraphs, but I shan't go there.

I don't care what some people may negatively say about a young person serving in the military. It can be done if you remember who you are, where you came from and why you joined in the first place. From what I've gathered from T, D's a fine boy from a good Italian family with good solid upbringing. My wish is that T's nephew survives the military unscathed.

He's no terrorist for the US of A as some would suggest. He's just a boy who feels he's doing the right thing. I can understand that.

Had a ball playing with these photos. That Picasa is a handy program.