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The Sunshine State
The warm summer of 2021 will always be a cherished memory. I visited the mainland for the second time, the first being when I was five years old. Sixteen years…
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A Very Rough Draft of Jim Harstad’s Memoir, ON HE RODE — Chapter Fifty
ON HE RODE — Chapter Fifty Lucky for us, there is a rear exit leading directly to the parking lot. “You drive,” I tell Mary. “This is your kuleana, your…
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A Quick Trip Home
My dad used to have them outside his den. I remember sneaking down there in the dead of night to try to see them. Or maybe I was dreaming, perhaps…
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A Very Rough Draft of Jim Harstad’s Memoir, ON HE RODE — Chapter Forty-Nine
It’s kind of amazing how fast I start feeling normal by starting my day in a neighborhood among normal people who prepare to go normal places and do normal things….
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Life’s Run
Milton stumbles shakily around Mānoa Valley amid traffic. Petrarch perambulates Punchbowl Cemetery perusing stark headstones of veterans. Shakespeare window-shops for Hawaiian souvenirs at Ala Moana Center. Whitman whistles while he…
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A Very Rough Draft of Jim Harstad’s Memoir, ON HE RODE — Chapter Forty-Eight
ON HE RODE — Chapter Forty-Eight In the meantime I’ll take advantage of what must be the most comfortable seating accommodation anywhere, the first five miles of riding any Greyhound…
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Family Tree
I’m sleeping, I think; this has the vivid feeling of a dream. Before my house was rebuilt, a huge mango tree stood in the front yard. Somehow sitting on those…
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A Very Rough Draft of Jim Harstad’s Memoir, ON HE RODE — Chapter Forty-Seven
It turns out we don’t use names much anyway to confirm that we’re all part of The Movement to End All War Forever and other absurd notions having to do…
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A Very Rough Draft of Jim Harstad’s Memoir, ON HE RODE — Chapter Forty-Six
By the time I pull into the SHELL station there’s no doubt that the noises coming from under the hood are concerning and need immediate attention. Luckily, it’s a slow…
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Sugar or Salt?
We sat opposite each other, each stirring coffee in thick white cups, trying to cool it off. “Cream,” I said. “Cream would help.” Andrea shook her head. “I think the…