The noise from the tree-trimmer is jarring. Really...at 6 a.m.? Until one realizes that traffic congestion makes this the best time to trim the fronds and coconuts before they hurt someone.
It's rare to see a tent. The police chase the homeless away from Waikiki to the other side of the Ala Wai Canal, the old neighborhood. Dad installed a monitored security system, reinforced windows and iron gates because his streets have gotten meaner. After a while one gets used to the new normal.
At least the late night/early morning denizens in the tourist areas are safe. A few Waikiki diners are open, reminding me of this painting (below).
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| Edward Hopper, Nighthawks (1942), Art Institute of Chicago |
An overweight man in a dirty tee-shirt was sitting at the bus stop. He asked for a dollar. He won't have a lot of prospects at 6:30 in the morning. I gave him a twenty. His eyes widened in surprise. Life is full of unexpected disappointments or worse. Unexpected pleasures are few and far between.
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