No Malasadas

The entrance on Punahou and Wilder appeared massive when I was in fourth grade. Now it looked much smaller, especially with the bright lights beckoning from inside.

After 50 years it was time to return to the Punahou Carnival.

I didn't recognize it. When the junior class ran the event in 1969, it had a family feel.

On this Saturday night thousands more people crammed on to Chamberlain Field than back in the day. There were long lines to every ride and concession stand. Parents held onto their charges' hands as if their life depended on it. I couldn't get close to anything, not even nearby Montague Hall where I took six years of violin lessons.

Alas, there would be no malasadas tonight.