Lighthearted. Soothing. Rhythmic. Just another haole talking story on the beach with his brahs and sistas. This is My Hawaii. Feel free to find a comfortable place by the fire and stay as long as you like. Aloha.
Aloha
means goodwill; or at least, that’s what Cliff Hanger will tell
you. Of course, you might want to take whatever Cliff says with a
grain a salt because he’ll also tell you that on Lihi’i:
Ku,
a retired God of War, is attending school with the local children so as
to understand what went wrong the last time and to prepare for his next
offensive.
Ted, a smack talking turtle, is struggling to change
his old fashioned chauvinistic ways so as to win the heart of We’we --
the resident mermaid who just so happens to be a mite bit progressive.
While Thirty Seven -- a free spirit with a unbelievable pair of legs -- runs the only air-ferry service to the island.
Et true. Dem be some nice legs. No body argue with that.
It is here that I suppose I should introduce Kami and Kimo -- the
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum of Lihi’i island -- who valiantly struggle
to keep your ever so humble narrator in check.
Whoah, back up der fella. Who dis Tweedle Dee? I hope, for your sake, you not calling me Tweedle Dum.
Me? Never. The point is, they are happy to correct me whenever I go astray.
Dis true. Somebody have to.
Which is to say, My Hawaii might not be the most accurate account of the islands...
Oh, Et not. Not by da long shot.
But is perhaps one of the more faithful accounts, full of aloha and goodwill...
And us. Yeah, me and dat Tweedle Dum, guy. Hey, who you calling Tweedle Dum? I’ll have you know I think I more of a Dee-lightful type guy. Oh, dat good. I like that. OK, Cliff. We do our part. Now it your turn. You tell the story. Yeah, yeah. A story be good about now. And no need to worry ‘bout us. We just sit back and listen. No say a word.
And like everything else in My Hawaii, on that you can rely as the gospel truth.