On the 25th of June, 1950, I was spending the weekend with my grandparents in Granby, Connecticut. My grandfather was out of the house on an errand and my grandmother...
I know, I know. You’re itching to travel. That’s what you do for pleasure and for fun, and not being able to do your “thing” is making you crazy. Well,...
For almost a decade, I headed the Office of Information and Complaint for the City of Honolulu. I loved the job because when people called my office with a problem,...
For several years—this was back in the early 80s—my little advertising agency handled the tourism promotion for American Samoa. One day, included in the morning mail was a handwritten letter...