Welcome To Hawaii C S

Honolulu Airport
April `73

When I picked up Carol Sue at the airport, it was great to see her. If
it was possible, she was even more excited than I was about getting
back together. We rode the bus back to Makaha. It took me a while
before I figured out how to ride the buses, but after I did, it turned
out that for 50 cents you could go anywhere on the island.

I introduced C.S. to the “tribe.” Rich was gone, but everybody else
was still there. Things didn’t stay that way, though. Everybody left for the
Mainland soon after she arrived. After that, Eddy was the only one left on the
beach. People would still come and go, but during the month C.S. was
there, the place kind of lost its sense of community.

Don, the unemployed bartender from Wisconsin, was a regular visitor.
He would frequently show up right around sunset. When I first met him
he was looking for work. Later, he got a job managing the bar at the
Makaha Towers. The Towers were located about a mile down from the
park, but they were still north of Makaha. The Towers were an impressive
twelve stories of condominiums, and they had hotel space available
too. Don still came to the beach after he got his job, but he was not
the same person. I also found work. I worked part time at Cornet, a
K-Mart like store in Makaha. I did custodian work there.

Living on the beach with C.S. had been as rewarding as it had been
difficult. In the beginning it was great. Two lovers on the beach in
Hawaii; what could be better than that (talk about sweaty bodies, we
spent many an afternoon sealed up in the eighty or ninety degree heat
inside our tent). C. S. made friends easy and often. She was very
social. I, on the other hand, enjoyed peace and solitude as much as I
liked being with people. Our different personalities put a strain on
our relationship.

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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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7 Responses to Welcome To Hawaii C S

  1. Mèo Lười Việt says:

    …Sounds familiar.

  2. eof737 says:

    What did she do when you went to work…?
    Eliz

    • bwinwnbwi says:

      I suspect she did the stuff we all did. Tend the camp; explore the area; walk the beach, socialize with beach others, and, of course, wait for me to come home. I know she’s reading this and I suspect she will pop in now and again just to keep me honest. Hi C.S.!

      • CaroleSue says:

        Hi backatcha. Yes, I did a lot of the “beach camping” activities, socialized and partied with others, plus I read a lot, and befriended and cared for many of the stray dogs that were dropped off there all the time. There was never a dull moment living on the beach.

  3. bwinwnbwi says:

    Just for the record, C.S. and I are forever friends, but that doesn’t mean we haven’t experienced a few ups and downs. In fact, without life’s ups and downs I wouldn’t have anything to blog about. Thanks for dropping by C.S.! Take care!

  4. jgavinallan says:

    Is anyone else crying over this relationship? It seems to be hurtful, yet fulfilling to you.
    I have read this story—other parts. You are a special man.

    peace and love from Jaye

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