(Portland, Maine; July 25, 2018) I am sitting in Maine, state #28 on Grand Tour USA. Connecticut was state #25—the halfway point. I am now over the proverbial hump. Check out the state map at the bottom of this column; New Hampshire and Vermont are next. And then Canada! Yes. You read that right. Grand … Continue reading Travel Log: Touching Ohana, Part II
(Niceville, Florida; Apr. 29, 2018) Long ago when I was much younger my grandparents would meet us at the Honolulu airport. Grandma always had a lei she’d present each of us, and, if my Aunty Kiki and Uncle Tony were there too, Aunty Kiki would also have lei for my brother and I—usually one made … Continue reading Travel Log: Local Flavor
(Niceville, Florida; Apr. 27, 2018) Hi’iaka (“he-ee ah-ka”) was the younger sister of Pele, the goddess of volcanoes. As these divine siblings searched for a permanent home, they crossed many islands. On one, which would eventually be known as the “Gathering Place,” they saw a circular mountain on a prominent headland that, when viewed from … Continue reading Travel Log: A Diamond in the Rough
(Houston, Texas; Apr 25, 2018) I’m currently sitting in the George Bush Intercontinental Airport in Houston, waiting with my parents to catch our last flight back to Florida. If you keep up with my Flickr or Instagram feeds, you know I’ve been zipping all over Oahu in Hawai’i since April 12. However, I’ve been off-line … Continue reading Travel Log: Touching Ohana
(Tampa, Florida; Feb. 24, 2018) Turkeys. It’s always turkeys. Every time wildlife has actually stopped Sara Jane (my car), it’s a flock of wild turkeys! First time was when I drove into Mammoth Cave National Park in Kentucky back in December. Then again as I drove the perimeter of the Cowpens National Battlefield Park in … Continue reading Travel Log: Turkeys. It’s Always Turkeys!
I first wanted to join the Navy when I was six years old. It was 1978 and we were visiting my pop’s family in his home state of Hawai’i. I had traveled to Oahu at least twice before, but the first time I was about one foot long and my observational prowess consisted of alerting … Continue reading The First of the Lasts