Dad, Mom, Auntie Peggy and Uncle Raleigh excitedly jumping off the rocks into the deep blue ocean at Makua...When we were little Dad trimming our nails, giving us baths, Q-tipping our ears, giving us our liquid vitamins from a medicine dropper...During the Ala Wai days, a commotion of Dad getting change together for bus fare, then later walking up the block a very short ways to catch the bus to work to downtown Honolulu...The neat little illustrations he drew, in INK, on greeting card envelopes. Dad was a natural artist...We tended to go to Dad first...Dad "always" washing the dishes...One day, enroute home, Dad drove past a terrible car accident in Pacific Palisades. Once home, he hugged all of us, clearly upset and sad and grateful for us all...He "always" called his guys at work, about work, while he was home (Dad was a supervisor at the Hawaiian Telephone Company)...Eons ago we went around Kaena Point--no paved road, very rugged, rather scary--Dad drove while Mom held onto her car door handle for dear life. Adventure! Dad getting those huge awesome mangoes from Grandma's spectacular mango trees in the back yard...Primo Beer! Dad was in the Army Reserves. I remember when we watched him marching in a big parade on the grounds of Schofield Barracks (think it was)...Dad lightly scolding us for not being interested in the first moon landing and moon walk. We were, instead, outside, teens and--dense...Dad helped us with homework (Mom, too). There was this one school assignment I was miserable about. He helped me fashion tissue paper dark-pink roses and green leaves into a planter with chicken wire. I wish I still had it...Dad taught Butchie and I to drive. For awhile our routine would be for one of us to drive to or from the North Shore. We three would go swimming along the rocks, around a small rocky island and in the . channel. Then shave ice before the drive home...Dad's awesome aloha shirts! The time he pressed on the gas too hard going through a yellow light, then the car suddenly stopping. Stuck for a long time in downtown Honolulu nighttime. Mom was so pissed... He gave me his vintage dark-maroon corduroy long-sleeved shirt when I was around 15 years old. Loved it! Wore it to my first rock concert (Three Dog Night/Creedence Clearwater Revival) and to a dance...Dad cooking eggs and bacon for breakfast on the weekends (remember the box or two full of pastries?!)...When we were kiddles Dad pretended to be a horsie or a doggie, and we'd climb onto his back for rides! Butchie, Tracy and I were always thrilled and happy when he came home from work Thank You Very Much, Dad and Mom, for Keoki (our first pet from the Ala Wai, a brown baby ricebird), Keoki, Maui, Albee, Sneakers and all the kittens and cats we welcomed and loved!!!