Whether it was Confucius or Yogi Berra or a host of others who claimed to have said it, it’s disgustingly true: “Everywhere you go, there you are.” Running away to Maui didn’t mean I was able to leave all the pain and grief from the last few months back on the...
Lele (pronounced “lay-lay”) is the ancient name for Lahaina. Yet the exquisite sunset-timed feast/luau, including both food and entertainment, quickly became one of my present-day favorites. For starters, it’s held right on the beach; the first performers arrived via...
Mick Fleetwood, yes, of the rock band Fleetwood Mac, is alive and well and when not out on tour, resides in Maui, where he owns a very classy restaurant. We were privileged to accidentally be there one night when he was on hand, and listened as he not only welcomed...
I called him “Bobby Glenn” when I was miffed at him. But that was rare, and even when we had our differences, I never resorted to calling him Robert, because I never thought of him as a Robert. In public he was Bob or Bobby, but at home I usually referred to him as...
A tingle of excitement running up and down my spine accompanied our drive at the crack of dawn to the harbor in Maalaea. I’d been snorkeling before, but had never traveled in a speedy diesel-powered catamaran. Whereas on previous excursions there’d been 135 people...
