#1 When we met…

I was working in a rundown hotel as a waiter in Honolulu in 1956. It had been a long day of dealing with sunburned tourists. Rude, demanding haoles who rarely tipped. It was almost closing time, and the kitchen was closed. The bartender was calling last call. The place was finally starting to empty out and I was doing my closing side work.

The last of the tourists had just finally left. I was heading up to the front to lock up for the night when a woman, late fifties, walked through the door.


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