Penny postcards. Movies without commercials. Babe Ruth’s home run records. Free meals on airlines. Ally McBeal. InRadio. A fudgesicle in July. A week in Hawaii. Some things are just too good to last forever. Unfortunately, one of them was now coming to an end. Although we’ve established that our room was not exactly luxurious, and
Tropical Rainforest
Our last full day in this surreal parallel universe. Zephyr, in particular, has been hankering to take a stroll through a tropical rainforest, such as might appear in “Jurassic Park” and the like. He has grand schemes of scouting out such locales to use in his own cinematic project one day. Kualoa Ranch did not
Hanauma Bay
Today Dennis celebrated his birthday — meaning he tried his best to forget about it while everyone else in the world reminded him. But if he had to have a birthday, and if he had to do something special to commemorate it, and if he could choose what he’d do, it would probably involve some
Kailua
Kimberly’s homecoming day, or rather homegoing day. We decided to spend the entire day, or as much of it as we could, in Kailua, just a few miles north of Honolulu, where the poor girl once was forced to spend three years of her childhood. Kailua, she assured us, has the best beach in the
Polynesian Cultural Center
As a rule, we shy away from guided tours. We prefer exploring at our own pace and, whenever possible, in our own space, rather than in the company of an elbow-bumping horde being shuffled around by a guide with a rote spiel. But when it came to the Polynesian Cultural Center, we were ready to
