I have no reason to whine

There's a nasty rumor going around (I think I started it when a couple of other reps went to Hawaii while I was in Michigan) in the company that for every week you spend in a place like, say......Hawaii or Florida....or any place under a palm tree, you're jinxed and will have a miserable time at some less than a garden spot. It might even involve snow, blizzards or some dull and boring place involving prairie dogs and tumbleweeds. Well, I must have something gosh awful headed my way because for the past 7 months, I've been hiding out under palm trees and could likely be under one for another month. Then, vacation will come and I'll spend the first three weeks of September back on Maui.

Back in Christmas of 07, I found myself looking for Santa Claus in Honolulu and maintained there until May. Since May, I've been in St Augustine, FL (except for a hiatus in the Land of Lincoln for a week in Springfield, IL).

Eventually, though, you begin to take the greatest of spots for granted and fight boredom like any other place. Usually, it's wandering around in old town St Augustine under the live oak trees draped with Spanish moss doing some serious people watching. Occasionally, I might ride south to Daytona Beach to flea markets and motorcycle shops. More often than not, I walk the beaches. In the two summers I spent here before, tourists kept the streets and beaches crowded but with the price of gas, the crowds are just not here as before.

Two or three things I observed, gave me pause. One thing was the red sand was actually little broken pieces of shells mixed with sand. Millions of broken shells turn the beach into streaks of rust colored sand.

Another thing that made me stop and think was the sign at the beach warning that this was protected habitat of the Anastasia Island Beach Mice. Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat???????? Give me a break. There's a $20,000 fine for disturbing these things. Right up the beach is a huge state park where those mice can proliferate but the sign was right in hotel and restaurant row. I'm wondering if the Orkin man is allowed in the city limits. ( You know you can click on these pictures to enlarge)

Okay, here's the third thing. This isn't hate or criticism so don't get those knickers in a bunch and just cool your jets. After finding the beach mouse sign, I was wandering down the beach and something else that just didn't fit. What had caught my eye was the two black women suntanning. One had carefully untied the top of her bikini so she would get even exposure on her back while laying there on a beach cot. What I don't get was...........how was she going to have tan lines in the first place. She was about as tan as one could get just by birth. It just didn't make sense. There's just some things we'll never understand.

Wild Hawg

I guess it's just trying to stay relevant in a world changing quickly and in some way or perhaps it's just one way a guy advancing in age can relive his youth and rebellion in a small way.

Sunday night, with my long 4th of July weekend rapidly closing, my wife and I didn't want to mess up the kitchen nor felt like standing in line at some restaurant pretentiously advertising fine dining. She called Abdul at the Lebanese restaurant and ordered a chicken shawarma plate to go. Firing up Boudreau, I rode up to Prairieville to fetch dinner, wheeled into the parking lot and hit the kill switch next to a Jeep Cherokee.

After I came out, I placed the dinner packet in the rear bag, threw my leg over the seat and hit the starter. When it fired, I heard some kind of horn or chirp noise. I wondered if I had inadvertently armed my motorcycle's burglar alarm but thinking about it, somehow it just didn't seem like the same sound. I rolled the throttle back again and made the engine rev a short bark and heard the chirping again. Each time I revved it, the chirp would sound so I soon discovered that it was coming from the Jeep. My Harley doesn't have straight pipes but it isn't a quiet contraption either so I wondered what would happen if say a very loud noise were produced. I rolled the throttle grip way back and wooohaaaa......Boudreau let out a blast and the Jeep began to "wonk-wonk-wonk-wonk" loudly.

I calmly slipped my bike into first gear, leaned sharply toward the road and grinned broadly as the Jeep continued to bellow. It felt good to feel as if I could still be a nuisance to society even if it was just in a shopping center parking lot in front of Albasha's Lebanese Restaurant.

Wanna know what drives me crazy?

Walking into Applebee's, the maitre de of sorts looks up with a toothy grin and asks, "How many?" "How many what?", I 'm thinking but knowing there's not a soul withing a quarter mile coming in behind me, I look back over my shoulder for a second and look back at her, raising one eyebrow and respond, "Just me !" Maybe she was expecting a bus load to drop out of the sky. For some reason, that just drives me insane.

Oh, and drive in fast food joints. Invariably, you order a double possum burger with no cheese and tomatoes with two orders of fries and oleander dipping sauce, they'll charge you for it and won't be in the bag. So, beckon the kid through the hole in the wall trying getting her to retrieve the last items while holding up what looks like a Mardi Gras parade behind you. The oleander sauce turns out to be catnip but you want to get out of there so bad you drive off with it and decide it wasn't worth the hassle to drive through again.

Something else gets my goat too. There was some kind of company man in the Publix Grocery Store greeting people as they came into the store. He chirps up and says condescendingly, "Good morning, young man!" Good grief, I'm 65 years old and a one eyed monkey would know I wasn't a "young" man.

What's up with the waitresses at Denny's for crying out loud? It makes you think you're in a truck stop. "Hello, Sweety", "More tea, Hon?", "Anything else, Darlin'?" Should I leave a tip or buy a dozen roses?

Although they may be curmudgeons, Andy Rooney and W. C. Fields are looking more and more like sages to me lately.

Peanuts, traveling and the Reunion

What's the deal with me and peanuts? I've been flying so much, every time I get near an airport, I get an almost uncontrollable craving for peanuts. At this posting, Delta Airlines still serve Fisher's Peanuts, so I guess that's where that comes from. I will just have to get over that.

Anyway, I'm headed home for another lightening round of travel to the family reunion on my Mama's side. They'll all coming swarming in from Texas, Louisiana, Arkansas and Florida (that would be me). I may or may not post pictures since many of them may look like me (Lord, help us) and might be the target for litigation or a visit from over zealous cops that have a collection of photos from the post office. I've missed it two years running so I felt like this year I'd keep from embarrassing Mama again.

It's 250 miles north of Baton Rouge, so I'll be driving up with my wife Friday afternoon/evening. We'll hug necks, eat each other's food then all load up and make our way back home. When we get there, we'll upload the digital pictures, look them over carefully and remark how old our cousins are looking while shaking our heads and wondering where the years have gone.

Monday morning will find me craving peanuts once again.

Shuttle Launch

Saturday, I drove south on A1A from St Augustine, hoping to see the shuttle launch. Last year, I walked out on the beach near my office when that one went up but being 65-70 miles away, I barely saw the contrail after someone with binoculars identified it for me.

Not wanting to be right under the thing, I stopped about 30 miles north of the launch site at Bethune Beach instead of going all the way to Cape Canaveral. Actually, I didn't have much choice because the road ended just south of there in a state park. Anyway, I arrived around 2:30 with the launch scheduled for 5:00 PM so I drove around a bit then had fajitas at Mi Mexico, a Mexican Restaurant a block off the beach.

I had my Pentax DSLR camera ready with 300mm lens ready to go but when the shuttle launched, I couldn't make the thing focus and had to manually manipulate it. I managed to squeeze off a couple of marginal pictures as the fireball rose in the sky. It's tiime to be looking for a new zoom lens. Right on schedule, I heard a cheer rise and saw the rocket flame and smoke plume but not the actual shuttle.

By 5:05 PM, all the whoops and whistles had subsided and I found myself in a crowd of people headed back to our cars. I then added seeing a shuttle launch to my "been there-done that" list of things to do and made my way back to St Aug.

When there's a will, there's a way

On Memorial Day, I was out buying a few things that normally could be dropped down in Boudreau's saddle bags. I stopped off at Home Depot for a couple of things I couldn't find anywhere else and while there decided I just couldn't live without a quarter sheet of fiberboard for a project.

With a little roughneck engineering and help of 3 bungee cords, I strapped that stuff on Boudreau and headed home. Folks in the parking lot and on the highway may have gawked but I got my stuff home.

I did discover, no matter how hard you try, it's really hard to look cool hauling plywood on your cycle.

Oh well, who needs a pickup truck?

St Augustine, Florida

This is my third time here in St Augustine so I don't even bother plugging in my GPS unit. I have not noticed any changes since my stay on Anastasia Island last summer. After just four days here, I'm still not sure if I'll be here another week or several months.

St Augustine is a pretty laid back community with a lot of retired or partially retired individuals, many of which hail from the upper east coast. During spring break, the beaches are wrapped up with college and high schoolers and the summer with vacationing families. It's about an hour from the airport in Jacksonville and about an hour north of Daytona Beach.

St Augustine claims to be the oldest continually occupied European established community in the US and oldest port in the continental United States. The historic district is a great place to wander around and spend time looking at tourists who may have an appearance more dorkier than yourself.

Obligatory sights are downtown of course, the Fountain of Youth as well as Ripley's Believe It Or Not. They've dismantled the old Bridge of Lions and at present, constructed a by-pass bridge. So far, I've passed on the alligator farm across from the lighthouse but plan to walk the endless beach. I've settled in at the Holiday Inn and expect little if any excitement, That probably isn't a bad thing.

Back On The Mainland - A Week Off

Recovering from a long flight between Honolulu and Dallas, then on to Baton Rouge, I enjoyed all my family for the weekend. My company was gracious enough to let me lay out a few days before hitting my next assignment which was going to be in Bossier City.

Unexpected problems with Boudreau cost me a couple of days with motorcycle parts laying all over Gary's ( my brother-in-law ) carport. Wrenching isn't my second nature and my hands are still sore from dismantling and repairing the Harley. You'd think it would be possible to remove a starter solenoid without taking everything off except the engine and transmission ...... but, noooooo.

To make sure Boudreau was running fine, I road back up to Baton Rouge to enjoy reading a bedtime story to Henry. I'm gone so much, I almost have to reintroduce myself each time i come home. It's getting easier each time and can see his acceptance groups expanding.

Thursday morning, I loaded up a minimum of clothes and necessities and pointed my chin north for a few days with my mother, brother and a son and his family before I rented a car to head on over to Bossier. After crossing the Mississippi River, I checked my messages and found out my direction would have to change the next Monday.

Arriving in Swartz, I laid over a few hours to watch my grandson, Devin, practice Karate before going on northwest to Farmerville to see my mother.

I spent the night with my mother and on Friday, fixed the hot water heater and visited with my brother some while I used his phone and computer to work out planes, hotels and car rentals for my changed assignment in St Augustine, Florida.

With new directions in mind, I headed back south Friday Afternoon to spend the night with Darren & family and Darlene. Late Saturday morning, we gathered at the Monroe Children's Museum where we had a small birthday party for Hagan.

By 2 PM, I was on the road headed south through Natchez, Mississippi again so i could get back home to change the way I was packed. Monday morning, I'll be on a plane for Florida.

Aloha means Goodbye too.

As make a few preparations to leave Hawaii again, I reflect on my past four and a half months here on Oahu. When I arrived here on Christmas day, my thoughts were, "this is NOT Maui but at least it's close" and felt like this would probably be a short visit.

After I had been here for a couple of months, I actually began to enjoy it while I steadily complained about the traffic and the same time tried to be proficient in negotiating it. I saw the rugged beauty of the North Shore and East Side as well as the ugliness of Waikiki. I watched the sunrise along the Ala Wai canal and stood on Kuhio Beach and watched the sun set. I passed Pearl Harbor daily and visited Chinatown for the New Year. I stayed on the 15th floor of hotels and dived the depths of the Pacific. Most importantly, I've forged deep relationships here that will stay with me for a lifetime.

My business life was centered in the Aiea/Pearl City area and slowly realized I was being pulled deeper into the culture and love of the people here.

Each weekend, I found myself becoming less and less of a tourist or visitor (if that be possible) and went out to learn the heart of this place. I picked the brain of my co-worker for tidbits and curiosities and talked story with clients who could understand me perfectly while I struggled to process their Pidgin phrases. I met shop keepers and hotel bellmen who had come here from somewhere else on their quest for a life adventure and greater understanding of the world and what it has to offer. This culture is deep and complicated and I have not even scratched the surface.

As an old Heinz 57 Caucasian, I was pretty much a minority almost everywhere I visited and began to see bronze colored complexions and puffy Asian eyes as quite the norm. In a curious way, I felt a little self conscious about my deep set eyes, long nose and super white skin that seemed make me stand out like a neon sign.

I'll fly out of here Friday night on my way back to Louisiana and may prove to be quite adjustment period as I get back being comfortable being all white and nerdy.

Buh-bye west Oahu, I'll miss you.

Rounding Third, Headed For Home

Saturday, I realized my time here in Honolulu was slipping away so I took one last turn around the island, checking out the east side, north shore and driving directly into some towns I knew were there but never had driven into, like Mililani. Darlene, my wife, had already admitted she was having "withdrawals" from the two times she had visited me here and is desperate to return, so in some respects the last drive was really for her.

The weekend before, I'd driven through Kapolei and turned north to drive along the west coast up through Waianae to the very end of the paved part of Farrington Highway. It had been reported that this was not a part of Oahu I needed to be traveling in but decided to go anyway. This end of Oahu has it's own beauty and reminded me much of west Maui but unfortunately, I completely forgot to bring my camera (if that's believable).

At this point, I have one more week to prepare my mind for the departure. I've done this over and over again in Florida, California, Alaska and a dozen other places but this has been the longest tour out without a break, (other than a quick weekend at Easter) so it will be a little tougher to say goodbye.

Footwear

Am I missing something? Like when buzz cuts and flat top haircuts for men were completely out of fashion for years then one day, we looked up and ...... voila.....everybody's wearing one.

After work and on weekends, I find myself walking around quite a bit here in Honolulu and most of the time, I have at least one camera on me. I began to snicker and grin as I looked at the footwear of the visitors in and around the hotels and on the sidewalks on Kalakaua and Kuhio streets and coyly snap a picture of footwear. No, I don't have some kind of fetish, I've gone off on shirts, ties, car styles, you name it, I've obsessed a lot of things. I've even obsessed over what the odds are of a penny landing heads up when dropped.

I began to see loads of men, some much younger than myself, wearing socks with dress shoes or socks with sandals. I'm not exactly on the cutting edge of fashion and probably have no room to judge but the guys look so much as that proverbial fish out of water. Somehow, they've survived 10 hours of flying from Omaha, put on their airport leis and run out to the ABC Store and buy 2 or 3 T shirts. Then on day 2, they catch the bus to Hilo Hattie's, get some free beads and buy a much needed supply of Aloha Shirts. BUT......8 year old sandals and socks? Shorts and lace-ups from Zappo's? Give me a break.

There might be a number of points to consider here, so I'll think on these questions and get back with you on it.

• Why does it bother me ?
  
• Is it any of my business ?
  
• Who died and made me the fashion police ?
  
• I may have missed a fashion turn somewhere ?
  
• I've been there too long ?
  

Somebody help me.

Arts Weekend

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Friday, I found out that one of the ladies I work with has a very close friend who is an art instructor and artist. Mark Brown, was born and grew up here in Hawai`i and runs uninstructed drawing classes at the Chaminade University of Honolulu. His work includes several murals, commissioned paintings and numerous C D album covers .

Friday evening, he and his students had showings of their works on Smith Street (Chinatown), Honolulu and Mark gave a demonstration in the painting of a live model.

Saturday, his students met at the Haleiwa Boat Harbor on the north shore where he gave a "plein air' demonstration by painting a landscape of the harbor. His students were an eclectic mixture of ages, occupations and backgrounds.

It was very informative and he and his students enjoy each other's company. His websites are: http://www.marksarthawaii.com/
and http://www.marknbrownfineart.com/

Home for Easter

Although I'm living in paradise, it's been 3 months since I was last home and I really miss my family, friends and just being home.

I caught a plane out of Honolulu Thursday night and arrived dead tired in Baton Rouge late Friday morning. I cashed in a free rental car and headed north with Darlene for a whirlwind trip to see all of the North Louisiana bunch.

We met at my brother Ricky's new home. My Mama arrived shortly after Darren and I arrived then soon Darlene came with Donna and the two boys. 3 of Rick's girls were there as well and we cooked fish outside around the pool. It sure was great seeing everyone in one place because I was dog tired from flying and driving.

After spending the night with Mama, I met Darlene, Donna and the boys at the Biedenhorn home on Riverside Drive in Monroe to take a few Easter shots of Devin and Hagan.

By noon, we're on the road again toward Baton Rouge to meet at Jared and Jaime's house for an Easter dinner there with Laurie, Jo Ann and Lindsey. It was nice and relaxing there, no pressure and everyone was really laid back. I'd now been home for 36 hours and had not yet been to my own home so around 8:00 PM, we blast off home.

Sunday, I'm still dragging around half asleep and very tired from the jet lag, so after a noon lunch at Robert and Janet's with Lou and Blaise and Susan and her kids, Kate and Nick, we slipped back to the house for a couple of hours worth of nap time.

We had tentatively agreed to drive up to St Francisville to meet our friends, Louis and Jan so we managed to drag ourselves out off the sofa and recliner and drive up there for coffee and pie.

Monday morning, I rode Boudreau back up to meet Louis in St Francisville. After gassing up, wet crossed the Mississippi on the ferry and headed up through New Roads along the river on old Highway 15. It was pretty desolate but it was good to get the cobwebs out of my brain by putting some miles on those Harleys. Overall, it was a 200 mile round trip from and to St Francisville and would be 300 for me when I eventually arrived at Dutchtown.

Crossing the river from Vidalia to Natchez, we stopped off at Fat Mama's Tamales for some Gringo Pie before heading east over to Roxie, MS to head south back into Woodville, MS. That's just north of Louis' home. I left him back there and headed back toward Baton Rouge for a short visit again with Jared, Jaime and Henry. It was a short visit but I had to pack up for my flight out back to Honolulu at 9 AM the next morning.

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It was a great visit but tiresome. To add to it all, it took me a couple more days to recover from the flight back here in Hawaii.

Week in review

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It's been a slow week, which really is good. However, that's like Louisiana weather; if you don't like how it is, wait a day and you'll get an entire different version.

For the past three months, I've made the same 15 mile trek to work 5 days a week and sometimes you don't even remember what you saw barring anything different. Every day, I pass the same watercress farm on Kamehameha in Pearl Ridge and every day, I see workers out harvesting watercress and think, that would be an awesome shot if those workers were somehow out in the middle of the field/pond. Well, it finally happened. The only thing better would be a little more light. Anyway, I parked my car up a way and walked back down the road so I could take advantage of the best angle for the shot.

Incidentally, you'll see a band of aluminum wrapped around most of the palm trees. I've been told that's to keep rats from climbing up and nesting among the coconuts.

This weekend, I just didn't have much of a plan so early, I took a long walk checking out things going on at 6 AM. ( I'll make a post on the "Night Shift" at a more appropriate time). One thing about early mornings is there is virtually no one out under 40 years old unless they were going home, arriving for work or sleeping on the beach.

I watched for a while as Japanese tourists offered up prayers at an alter next to the Waikiki Beach police office while surfboard kiosk owners unlocked their inventory of rental equipment. I must confess, at first I thought they were taking pictures of something with little digital cameras, the way they had their hands out. Perhaps it's time for that optometric appointment I've been putting off.

Later, I walked the Ala Wai canal as Hawaiian canoe racers lined up for a sprint down to the McCully Street bridge.

Enough of this nonsense, it was time to scrounge up a breakfast somewhere.

(click here for a link to some Oahu trivia)

HereTamaNui

"HereTama Nui - Man with Great Love"

I've always tried NEVER to be a tourist and always a traveler or visitor. Since Hawai'i is my favorite spot in the world, visitor carries a little different connotation than it would in Louisiana. Visitor in Hawai'i is just a kind way of saying tourist and some definitions of traveler relates to Gypsy of which I definitely am not. (I digress)

Anyway, what I'm getting at is, I've been working here on Oahu for several months now and slowly the loveliness of the culture reveals itself. This week, Michelle, the nice lady with whom I work, presented me with a T-shirt from Heretama Nui, a drum and dancing group that she and her significant other (Allen) are members. Heretama Nui is a Tahitian style group that is widely known here and has won contests locally as well as first place at the 2000 Tahiti Fête of San Jose. Allen's mother founded the dancing group years ago and he and his brothers are the drummers. At this point there are at least 100 members of the group. Check out this YouTube video of a practice session. Sorry, I can't find one of their dances or an actual contest.

Scuba Dive at Hawaii Kai / Koko Head

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After receiving an invitation to dive off Koko Head, I boarded Captain Joe's boat at the Hawaii Kai boat ramp and went out with a dozen or so brave souls for a cave and drift dive. For the first dive, we dropped down to 55 feet to the mouth of Spitting Cave. It goes back a couple of hundred feet and to where you can see the surface. There wasn't a lot of wild life in there but lots of small starfish on the corals.


As we exited the cave, we began a drift dive seeing fish, eels, turtles and various corals. The current was moderate and the idea behind it was that Captain Joe would follow our bubble trails until we surfaced.

After 40 minutes or so, we were nearing the end of our air so we surfaced for about 45 minutes before dropping back down for another drift dive.

One thing different this time was the audible sounds of whales. We had not seen any of them from the boat but under the water, you knew they were there. If you choose, turn up your volume and you can hear the whale songs as well as my regulator. The diver is Katie, one of our diving buddies for that dive.

Also, Dave, another dive buddy found a sea snake. Being from Louisiana and growing up around water moccasins, I've never been all that fond of playing with snakes but didn't have any qualms about watching someone else do it.

If you watched it, you'll see that as Dave got a little personal with the snake, I began to rise away from it. It wasn't intentional but I guess the anticipation of the snake coming out of the coral caused me to take a deep breath therefore I began to rise.

Bye noon, we were back at the harbor and off the boat. It was a very nice day and enjoyed it.