|In the distance, amid the jetsom and flotsam blown in by howling winds is the Turtle Bay Resort atop the northernmost point of Oahu. Pillartopost.org photo by Teresa Peterson|
Mocking the Turtle Bay Christmas. Shunned by family for booking Oahu’s North Shore at Yuletide. How bad can it B-- Read on.
|The five-star Halekulani hotel in Waikiki is where our culinary fortunes improved. Above is the legendary House without a Key restaurant.|
|Ever personable Opal schmoozes with all|
--even the shunned.
Only a reckless squanderer would pay what I paid for two Macanudos, but then how often do you get to smoke a cigar in Hawaii? On this quiet night, there were no unsupervised child mercenaries assaulting the property, and Lucas and I—son-in-law and father of the bride, respectively—enjoyed a quiet stroll around the darkened putting green as we puffed our expensive cigars. We talked golf, mostly.
There are only thirteen letters in the Hawaiian alphabet, and this apparently limits the number of words in their vocabulary. For example, “aloha” means both “hello” and “goodbye,”—kind of like on a small-town high school football team, where some of the players go both ways. We finally boarded the crowded airliner.