The best thing about driving the Chevy Nova
in the rain was that the downpour made so much noise on the metal roof that you
couldn’t hear the inferior slant six motor laboring and leaking fuel. Forgive the tired cliché but it was a dark
and stormy night. I was driving on the Hana Highway in Kahului. I was holding the wheel tightly and wishing
the window defogger worked. The driver’s
side window was down to keep the windshield clear. But still, streetlights headlights and
taillights all blurred though the feeble wipers. I could also see ahead and off to my left the
approach lights of The Kahului Airport.
The old car barely had any headliner between the metal roof and the passengers. The rain was so loud I couldn’t hear the
radio.
Suddenly for just an instant the noise of
the rain stopped and then started again.
I would have not believed it unless I was there, but it sounded just
like it was just switched off for a second and then back on. I thought there was only one thing that could
have caused that, and looked out the side window. There was an Aloha Airlines Boeing 737 about
to touch down at the airport. It had
flown directly over me and for just an instant sheltered the rain from me.
I spent the rest of the evening pondering
that incident. It was a wonderful
example of being in the right place at the right time. A few days ago I paused while vacuuming and
wrote in my notebook: all the cool things.
I sometimes write things in this
notebook because ideas of things to write about can be capricious. I wanted to remember some of the real cool
things I have experienced.
For example, when I was perhaps in 6th
grade my dad performed a wedding for the daughter of a Navy Officer who
captained a nuclear submarine. The
captain invited our family aboard the next day. I got a guided tour of The Hawkbill. I looked
through the periscope and saw torpedoes.
Another time when I was working for KNUI
radio there was a restaurant going bankrupt that owed the radio station a
considerable amount of money for advertising.
They worked out a deal where anyone from KNUI could go eat for free with
as many guests as they wanted. It was a
somewhat fancy restaurant too. We ate
there only three times because it was a bit of a drive. But it was still free dinner. Among other things I had escargot and we
didn’t bother to share deserts. Mud pie for
everyone.
And right up there with these times is
something that happened less than 10 years ago at church one Sunday
morning. Someone got stuck in a storage
closet. The door was completely jammed
and there was no way to get it open.
There are times that someone who wears big heavy boots every day can
only dream of. And this was one of those
times that everyone realized there was only one way to get the door open. With the blessing of the pastor, I kicked the
door open. I felt high the rest of the
day.
Those are just a few things that I like to
remember. There were things that I
didn’t really cause to happen and I just happened to be in the right time at
the right place. I wanted to write about
cool things I got to experience, however, because last Friday made two years
that I started this Roadwalker Blog. I don’t think chance had a whole lot to do
with me starting the blog that morning.
I had wanted to do something like it for awhile. Then that morning the Word of the Day in my inbox
was Navel Gazing.
It meant useless or excessive self
contemplation. It became my first blog topic.
I thought that is all this blog would be. Sometimes it is. Over the two years this blog has
evolved. There have been hits and misses.
But sometimes, once in a while the self-indulgent rain is eclipsed by a soaring
idea for just a moment and I have the chance to try to capture it, and then share
it. Thanks for reading.
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