Annette
Funicello passed away last week but I still remember the Beach Blanket movies
where I first was introduced to surfing.
Between Annette and Sandra Dee I followed the popular 60’s teenage trend
to long for surfing. I wanted to go to
Hawaii or California and “catch a wave”.
Well, the years have rolled by and I must admit even if my body was up
to catching a wave my psyche is not.
In my 20’s I read James Michener’s epic “Hawaii”
and a whole new fascination of the island began. Living in the rather harsh and uninteresting
climate of Canada I longed to see palm trees, jungle, surf and sand. I was 55 before I saw my first tropical
island, Cuba. Since then I have been to
Mexico and Ecuador but at long last I find myself counting down 4 more sleeps
until I land in Honolulu. I am thrilled
at the thought of getting off the plane and receiving my lei and will actually
be shattered if the custom no longer exists.
The unknown is the exotic; the familiar
becomes humdrum.
Even as I anticipate I dread disappointment. I remind myself, be open hearted, expect
little and everything will surprise you.
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