From Zero Degrees To Hawaii

Rascals–My Hawaii
There are no words
To describe what is felt in your heart
When your heart has already seen the magic
Of all the islands


Touch Down
Jan. 26, 1973

Three days ago, I departed Tri-City Airport enroot to our 50th state. After much delay, I arrived at the Oahu International Airport ten hours late. Upon arrival, I was greeted by a United Airlines
representative who told me, “Sorry, we seem to have lost your luggage. Not to worry though,” he said, “eventually, we get our man, errr, luggage that is.” After paying $200 for a one-way ticket, plus an  additional $9 dollars for my bicycle, putting in another eight or nine  hours at the airport was not a happy thought. However, it wasn’t all that bad because I only had $50 in my pocket (and the promise of an eventual unemployment check if and when I could establish an address). Back when Mike, Denny,  and I had biked out west, Mike kept his unemployment checks coming. Every two
weeks he would stop at an unemployment office and check in. When he stayed in one spot long enough, his unemployment monies would reach him. I planned on pretty much following the same procedure. I had an address of an old High School acquaintance stationed at a military base in Honolulu. I would check the  possibility of that favor out as soon as I found time to do it, but now I just wanted my bike and clothes back from the airlines.

I spent the night at the airport; at least the weather was nice. In
the morning, my stuff still had not arrived, so (on the advice from of
a baggage handler) I took a bus to the beach, the big Honolulu beach. When I arrived, there was a marvelous view of Diamond Head. It was early, so I had no problem finding a place on the beach to crash for a few hours. Directly across from the beach was a large Mall, the Ala Moana Shopping Center. I spent the latter part of the morning taking in the sights there. It looked like Hawaii was going to be fun. Food vendors were on every street corner providing inexpensive Asian foods. On my way back to the beach, I met three dudes from Seattle. They had been in Honolulu for two weeks and were living out of a car. On their second day in Hawaii, two of them found work. That was promising news; except for the cost of living, Hawaii might really be “paradise.”

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About bwinwnbwi

About me: Marvin Gaye’s song, "What’s Going On" was playing on the jukebox when I went up to the counter and bought another cup of coffee. When I got back, the painting on the wall next to where I was sitting jumped out at me, the same way it had done many times before. On it was written a diatribe on creativity. It was the quote at the bottom, though, that brought me back to this seat time after time. The quote had to do with infinity; it went something like this: Think of yourself as being in that place where infinity comes together in a point; where the infinite past and the infinite future meet, where you are at right now. The quote was attributed to Hermann Hesse, but I didn’t remember reading it in any of the books that I had read by him, so I went out and bought Hesse’s last novel, Magister Ludi. I haven’t found the quote yet, but I haven't tired of looking for it either.
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2 Responses to From Zero Degrees To Hawaii

  1. Mèo Lười Việt says:

    That was promising news; except for the cost of living, Hawaii might really be “paradise.”

    Tiền đâu là đầu tiên!:)

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