Without mobile phones, internet, social media, or surveillance of any kind beyond some grumpy propertied white dude brandishing a rake because we did Berts on his driveway skateboarding down the sidewalk, we were free to be unique, separate, autonomous beings.
Dave Parmenter
Harken back to the close of pre-URL Hawaii. The Honolulu Advertiser comes to your house every day. No Craigslist, cell phones, webcams, or social media. Only landlines and the coconut wireless. You can see Israel Kamakawiwoole at the Waikiki Shell.
I flunked algebra in the 7th grade. The latest issue of Surfer Magazine fit neatly hidden behind my Introduction to Algebra textbook, and I was reading all about The Forgotten Island Of Santosha...
The Don was waiting there for decades in a dim and cobwebbed alcove at Burford Reinforced Plastics in southern Queensland, waiting for us to wake up to ourselves. The Don... through the gaudy Echo Beach years it waited, salvo after salvo of polka dots fired at it but it refused to topple.
In this poignant tale, Dave Parmenter reflects on travels with Brian Keaulana as well as life experiences with Rell Sunn. The story delves into Rell's battles with sharks and cancer, highlighting unwinnable scenarios and the quest for more time.
Guest author Dave Parmenter on The Provenance of The Hook Fin
Guest author Dave Parmenter on Cheyne Horan