Now You See It

I kept slipping off my seat. I ordered another Guinness draft. “You’ve had your limit,” Elvis the bartender replied. “Hey, don’t be cruel, mister bartender.” I pivoted outwards on my seat and waved. “I’m outta here.” Elvis grabbed me by the shoulder. “You’re not driving, brah, are you?” I shrugged his hand aside and swung…

Ohana Style

Ohana Style restaurant had been around for over a quarter of a century, occupying its original location on Piikoi Street in Honolulu. Breakfast drew the largest crowd. The tables filled quickly. I took the elderly Kimura’s order, commenting on their youthfulness. “It’s the food, Nani,” winked Mr. Kimura, gratefully accepting a refill of Kona coffee….

Father’s Day

My father sells insurance and real estate and owns a deep-sea tuna fishing boat. My father strips car engines and puts them back together to kill time. My father beats information out of Nazi prisoners of war and then takes them out and shoots them once they have said whatever they can say as fast…

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