From “A Haole Stops in Kaimuki”                                by Jim Harstad           Mr. Perreira is the stocky, smiling, Portuguese man who runs the Bank of Hawaii parking lot in Kaimuki Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays. He explains that he lets somebody else run the lot Thursdays and Fridays because he does not want to be a millionaire.           We…

“Ruby Shoes on Kuhiō” by Patricia Boyd-Rivera You can hear it through your windows, rising from the street below. A murmur, muted by the busy-ness of mechanical things. As the sun sets, it crescendos from a rumble to a roar. Its rhythm drives the night people from their hiding places into the streets. The streets…

From “Nou O Makana,”                      by Frederick B. Wichman            When the Menehune still lived on Kauai, a high chief of Hale-le`a and his followers came to visit the sandy plains of Ha'ena. He came to catch a firebrand from the fireworks cliff of Makana to prove his affection for a woman who did not…

From “The Night of the Kepalo”                                By Michael R. Sakamoto . . .            Wes pushed his way through the overhanging bush, flipped the hood latch and pulled at the trunk's hood. The hood opened and he fumbled for the retaining bar and finally got it inserted in the hole which held the hood…