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An old favorite song

Hilo now has what may be the weirdest radio station in the known universe. KHBC is actually a pretty old station, but was previously broadcast only on the AM dial. Now, it's comes into my car via FM signal. Better yet, Kahikina and Lyman, two of my faves from KAPA (and two of the most well known radio personalities on the island), recently defected from their old digs and are now part of the evening drive time, Pau Hana Party show on KHBC. They share the mics with a gal named Pohai. Initially, I wasn't too keen on Pohai, thinking Lyman (formerly one of the boloheads on KAPA) and Kahikina (aka Tommy Ching, the Polynesian Pirate) could handle the show quite nicely on their own. Now, however, I see that she really adds zaniness. In fact, she's hilarious. Pohai has the perfect female radio voice, deep, a little raspy yet uniquely feminine. I like her. KHBC is strange because the station's musical offerings are all over the map. They might play a classic Hawaiian tune, followed by U2, followed by Buck Owens. In the morning, they play a lot of country (the a.m. DJ calls himself Myna Bird) and at night a lot of Jazz. But really, at any given time, you might hear just about anything. So the other morning, there I was, listening to Myna Bird, parking my car at the Bank of Hawaii, when on came a song I haven't heard since I was a little kid. And wouldn't you know it, I remembered every stinkin' word. It's called Tennessee Bird Walk. Click on the link and take a listen. The tune is a classic. Listen once and it'll be rattling around in your head fo' days. This is such a catchy little ditty that I'm now inspired to learn it on my ukulele.

The assignments are already starting to come in for school. I've been asked to submit two short stories by June 26th. Gulp! Since I've only written one short story in my life (fiction, that is), I've got to get crackin' and whip up another one.

I'm excited that my new laptop is on it's way from Apple to Hawaii. I suspects it's parts originate from places all over the world; maybe the hard drive is made in Taiwan, the micro-chip in China, the RAM from Dublin and assembled in South Korea. That's just a guess, but I could be close. Whatever. As long as it gets here by next week and works and I can quickly refresh my Apple memory and figure the contraption out, all will be well. Of course, I'll have to take out a second mortgage on the house to pay for the crazy thing.

Today, I spent the morning perusing produce at the Hilo Farmers' Market. Mangos and lychee are back in season. Yay! I also splurged on a new aloha shirt. Those of you who know me know that I really need another one of those... (like a puka in da po'o). It's really cute, though; maroon with tiny pineapples all over.

A hui hou. Aloha!
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