Surfer's coffee Bar

Wednesday night at the surfer’s coffee bar in Wahiawa are collective jam sessions that turn out being pretty fun.

There was a fellow off to the left watching with this intense gaze, he was older and looked a bit rough around the edges. After playing some music, then taking a seat near this gentleman we got to talking and he imparted to me about some of his time in prison and other vices he succumbed too after he lost his wife of thirty years to cancer. “I was angry for a long time,” he said with almost tears in his eyes...... then he relaxed, “when I should’ve been thankful for all the years I was able to have with such an amazing woman.”

Really startling was the man's striking resemblance to my father who passed away 5 months ago. It was good to talk to Bill — he’s out on a mission’s trip with a group from Wisconsin.

“It’s a hard sale trying to tell your church congregation you’re headed for a mission’s trip to Hawaii,” some of them told me.
“It is,” I smiled.

Toni, one of the ladies said something remarkably profound: “......you know if you love people..... anywhere you go can be home. Because people have some differences but for the most part people are the same. I really like to meet and get to know folks. My friends have a joke that I tend to know everyone on the plane just as landing gear is approaching the runway.”
“That’s a pretty courageous attitude!” I applauded her.