recently there was another Beach Boy funeral, Chief.
Sad as time goes by, the only time that so many of them are
together again is for funerals.
Oh, those glory days of Waikiki...
the pau hana parties on Friday nights on the beach,
the uncles watching all the kids and as the girls
got older watching out for them,
cement umbrella weights,
the food, reading the paper very early in the morning with the boys,
little boys helping the uncles clean up the beach at 4pm,
"set-ups", the old beach stand, all the chairs and umbrellas lined
up in their certain spots, haircuts downstairs in the storeroom,
the two snack-shops under the stairs by the garage- the best
plate lunch and hot dogs, Davy Jones Locker and all the $$
that the kids put into Pac Man, canoe rides to fill the boats, sand sliding, endless waves
ridden on those heavy old boards, jumping into the pool at the
Royal and the window in the Outrigger pool... most of
all the Aloha
most of all the Aloha
(mahalo Suzy Makua for your photos)
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