Came across this classic. I remember seeing Palani Vaughn in concert at the Kulilima Resort on the North Shore. Late 70s. We spent the weekend. Also remember we happened upon a renaissance fair at Mokule’a that same weekend
I made life choices early on they insured that I won’t be rich. There were also circumstances that contributed. My Dad had an illness plus a little malfeasance by others consumed his estate. He had planned trickle down. We will be be comfortable enough and are content.
Don’t use TikTok, never did. I see TikTok videos linked and embedded on other platforms, but don’t really care if it stays or goes away. I realize there are people who make a living there, just like they did on Twitter. It’s all a game for keeping people in their site.
Could help but think about this documentary. Special kind of people.
Was taking to my shoulder surgeon yesterday. Told him, I’m not alone, but I come from an era that until your arm is dangling from you shoulder, you keep pitching. Pain is just another feeling. Go back out for another inning. We didn’t have inning limits or pitch count.
I was there, Diamond Head Crater. Chuck Jackson and I were to young teengers and had our eyes opened up to the world. Saw a lot we’d never seen before.
I feel for people losing memories in the fire. I lost a lot of stuff from an earlier part of my life in the Hilo flood Nov 1, 2000. Personal record that weren’t digital were the hardest to recreate. Person keepsakes were just lost. Things can be replaced.
