OK, I stretched the truth a bit with the throw back to Timmy. It was wobbly but landed right in his hands- even some of the top NFL quarterbacks throw wobblers.
Your post brought back some memories of younger days. I was once in Honolulu during a layover and was shown around by a former Japanese student. I remember sitting in the passenger seat as she drove me to her favorite eateries and must-see spots.
My senses were overwhelmed by the luxurious exotica, and as I observed the marinas and tackle shops we passed by, I imagined the routines of the local fishermen. But I also felt a bit lonely, a drab fish out of water never able to shake the feeling that I was just an observer passing through, and neither did I feel completely at home back in Japan or even on the U.S. mainland.
I took another trip with Japanese colleagues for an academic presentation. Though still exotic, it had a darker hue; chagrined at my naivety in imagining it would be more than a yearly junket for those with the money. Even my colleagues were more excited about their shopping spree. Felt a bit like a younger Bill Murray's 'Lost in Translation', with a pineapple twist.
Tokyo's a bit cold today.
Gotta get a move on.
Cheers, and thanks for sharing memories of a Hawaii I should have enjoyed more.
Right-o ... then you must have noted the mural on the side of the Hawaiian Rent-all building at the intersection of Beretania and McCully. As well, above the entrance is lettered signage with a humorous remark which indirectly references a piece of equipment available for rent.. it's sort of a long-running local joke as Hawaii has a very strict prohibition on outdoor advertising.
I must compliment you on the photos you selected to accompany your text. They illustrated quite well what had caught your attention. This is definitely the case with your photo of the Metcalf entrance to Ho'oanea Street. In my opinion, the view of the Waikiki skyline from Metcalf and Ho'oanea is one of the finest in the city. A friend of mine once lived at 2306 Ho'oanea Street. Well, he was more like squatting in the garage. It's a long story ... all good👍. Locals are definitely pupule (crazy) about their vehicles, which sort of stands to reason as it's really hard to get gun crazy in Hawaii. The law is tough on both outdoor advertising and private gun ownership.
Hawaii Hall is one of the finer buildings on the Manoa campus, which l frankly find to be a bit of an architectural mash up. What makes the Manoa campus a real stand out is the trees. Maholos🤙 to the legendary Dr. Joseph Rock: the founder of the botany program at Manoa who also supervised the initial planting out of the campus. If l had to limit my attention to just one of the campus' arboreal gaints, it would be to one of Rock's finest plantings, the one hundred years old this year, African Baobob.
It would be very interesting to know your exact route back to Waikiki ... l have my suspicions. However, as l got your route up to Manoa wrong, I'll keep them to myself. Yes, if you ever do make it back to Honolulu, we can certainly go holoholo. Do stay at the Royal Grove again. The Royal Grove is a bit of off-beat early post-WW II history, which has somehow missed both the wrecking ball and ill-conceived renovation efforts. By the way, l recently came across an advertisement from when the hotel first opened in the late forties. The off-season room rate back then was ... hold on to your hat: $5 a day 🤯.
If you have a ukulele, be sure to bring it. I'll be sure to introduce you to Uncle Leonard and Auntie Carolyn. They would be very happy for you to join the Wednesday night sing along in the lobby of the Royal Grove. Of course, you're welcome with or without an instrument.
Now, l think I am ready for your latest podcast! And what an intriguing title: Hockey, DEI, and Schmuley. Should be a real Is corker👍.
Wow, I've lived in Honolulu for thirty-seven years and have never seen the inside of the Makiki Christian Church. Gone past the church many times as l only live seven short blocks in a Dimond Head direction of the church. After service, fellowshipping, and a find local style church lunch, did you grab your bag of cookies and walk down Elm Street? If you did, you must have seen the magnificent Shingon Mission Temple on Sheridan Street. The Mission holds one of the best Bon dances in Honolulu during the season.
In any case, you would have been right in my neighborhood. I live two blocks over from the Mission, directly maka (towards the ocean) of the Pagoda Hotel at the Holiday Village Condominiums. Our building is cylindrical. The building featured rather prominently in the ariel panoramic shot of Honolulu-Waikiki, which accompanied the opening credits of the original Hawaii Five-O series.
On the Dimond Head side of my immediate neighborhood would be Punahou Street. It's on Punahou Street that you came across the corrugated metal and wooden structures of the True Jesus Mission of the Latter Rain. As you then came cross Central Union Church, you must have continued mauka (towards the mountains) on Punahou. Between the True Jesus Mission and Central Union Church is the Punahou Circle Condominiums.
The Punahou Circle is where Barack Obama lived with his grandmother ("Toots" Madelyn Durham) while attending Punahou Preparatory School. By the way, the Central Union Church reminded you of New England because it was founded and built by the children of the original missionaries sent to Hawaii from New England by the American Commission for Foreign Missions Board (ACFMB).
Thanks for that. All very interesting. I think I actually crossed the freeway at McCully and then walked up Metcalf. In any case, can I recruit you for tour guiding next time?
OK, I stretched the truth a bit with the throw back to Timmy. It was wobbly but landed right in his hands- even some of the top NFL quarterbacks throw wobblers.
Hi DW.
Your post brought back some memories of younger days. I was once in Honolulu during a layover and was shown around by a former Japanese student. I remember sitting in the passenger seat as she drove me to her favorite eateries and must-see spots.
My senses were overwhelmed by the luxurious exotica, and as I observed the marinas and tackle shops we passed by, I imagined the routines of the local fishermen. But I also felt a bit lonely, a drab fish out of water never able to shake the feeling that I was just an observer passing through, and neither did I feel completely at home back in Japan or even on the U.S. mainland.
I took another trip with Japanese colleagues for an academic presentation. Though still exotic, it had a darker hue; chagrined at my naivety in imagining it would be more than a yearly junket for those with the money. Even my colleagues were more excited about their shopping spree. Felt a bit like a younger Bill Murray's 'Lost in Translation', with a pineapple twist.
Tokyo's a bit cold today.
Gotta get a move on.
Cheers, and thanks for sharing memories of a Hawaii I should have enjoyed more.
Right-o ... then you must have noted the mural on the side of the Hawaiian Rent-all building at the intersection of Beretania and McCully. As well, above the entrance is lettered signage with a humorous remark which indirectly references a piece of equipment available for rent.. it's sort of a long-running local joke as Hawaii has a very strict prohibition on outdoor advertising.
I must compliment you on the photos you selected to accompany your text. They illustrated quite well what had caught your attention. This is definitely the case with your photo of the Metcalf entrance to Ho'oanea Street. In my opinion, the view of the Waikiki skyline from Metcalf and Ho'oanea is one of the finest in the city. A friend of mine once lived at 2306 Ho'oanea Street. Well, he was more like squatting in the garage. It's a long story ... all good👍. Locals are definitely pupule (crazy) about their vehicles, which sort of stands to reason as it's really hard to get gun crazy in Hawaii. The law is tough on both outdoor advertising and private gun ownership.
Hawaii Hall is one of the finer buildings on the Manoa campus, which l frankly find to be a bit of an architectural mash up. What makes the Manoa campus a real stand out is the trees. Maholos🤙 to the legendary Dr. Joseph Rock: the founder of the botany program at Manoa who also supervised the initial planting out of the campus. If l had to limit my attention to just one of the campus' arboreal gaints, it would be to one of Rock's finest plantings, the one hundred years old this year, African Baobob.
It would be very interesting to know your exact route back to Waikiki ... l have my suspicions. However, as l got your route up to Manoa wrong, I'll keep them to myself. Yes, if you ever do make it back to Honolulu, we can certainly go holoholo. Do stay at the Royal Grove again. The Royal Grove is a bit of off-beat early post-WW II history, which has somehow missed both the wrecking ball and ill-conceived renovation efforts. By the way, l recently came across an advertisement from when the hotel first opened in the late forties. The off-season room rate back then was ... hold on to your hat: $5 a day 🤯.
If you have a ukulele, be sure to bring it. I'll be sure to introduce you to Uncle Leonard and Auntie Carolyn. They would be very happy for you to join the Wednesday night sing along in the lobby of the Royal Grove. Of course, you're welcome with or without an instrument.
Now, l think I am ready for your latest podcast! And what an intriguing title: Hockey, DEI, and Schmuley. Should be a real Is corker👍.
A hui hou, malama pono 🤠🤙.
Wow, I've lived in Honolulu for thirty-seven years and have never seen the inside of the Makiki Christian Church. Gone past the church many times as l only live seven short blocks in a Dimond Head direction of the church. After service, fellowshipping, and a find local style church lunch, did you grab your bag of cookies and walk down Elm Street? If you did, you must have seen the magnificent Shingon Mission Temple on Sheridan Street. The Mission holds one of the best Bon dances in Honolulu during the season.
In any case, you would have been right in my neighborhood. I live two blocks over from the Mission, directly maka (towards the ocean) of the Pagoda Hotel at the Holiday Village Condominiums. Our building is cylindrical. The building featured rather prominently in the ariel panoramic shot of Honolulu-Waikiki, which accompanied the opening credits of the original Hawaii Five-O series.
On the Dimond Head side of my immediate neighborhood would be Punahou Street. It's on Punahou Street that you came across the corrugated metal and wooden structures of the True Jesus Mission of the Latter Rain. As you then came cross Central Union Church, you must have continued mauka (towards the mountains) on Punahou. Between the True Jesus Mission and Central Union Church is the Punahou Circle Condominiums.
The Punahou Circle is where Barack Obama lived with his grandmother ("Toots" Madelyn Durham) while attending Punahou Preparatory School. By the way, the Central Union Church reminded you of New England because it was founded and built by the children of the original missionaries sent to Hawaii from New England by the American Commission for Foreign Missions Board (ACFMB).
How incredible that you should find ....
Thanks for that. All very interesting. I think I actually crossed the freeway at McCully and then walked up Metcalf. In any case, can I recruit you for tour guiding next time?