Wednesday, April 16, 2008

A Long, Leggedy Time Ago

Before putting the kids to bed I would always begin each nightly storytime by saying, "A long, leggedy time ago... I would then leave blanks for the kids to fill in and let the story take its own course. Now, our house no longer has anyone to tell stories to. Because the grandkids are spread out across the country I want to use the blog to tell them stories, but they must contribute. It may take a few days to complete a story, but it will be worth it. Have each of the grandkids respond (or help them) to fill in the blanks where their name appears. Enter the blanks for each one in the comments box and I will edit the story and re-post. Remember, I need all the answers from each child before I can post. I never know where the stories go, but it will be fun to find out. Let's begin....

Once upon a time, a long, leggedy time ago, there were five super-heroes. The first was named (Connor) Flaro. He was called “Flaro” because he had special powers to be able to shoot fireballs. The second was named (Claire) Animorphysis because she was able to change herself into any animal she chose. The third was named (Rafe) Rafe-o, a true decendant of the ancient Jedi who had inherited all the powers and rights of the ancient order itself. The force was always with him. The fourth (Holland) possessed the ability to fill a magic diaper with anything she chose, which could come in handy, if you think about it a little bit. Because of this ability she was often called “Pack-and-go,” but more commonly known as "Super Pooper." The fifth (Grant) was blessed with the ability to fly. Everyone knew him as Dyecees, which means “dinosaur” and is pronounced like “Pisces.” Flaro lived in a land that fell from the planet Venus, which is much too close to the sun. It was through his childhood that he first learned to shoot fireballs. His only weakness was, obviously, water. It tended to dampen his spirit.

Animorphysis lived in the deep, dark jungle. It was here she first learned from the spirits of the jungle how to change into various animals. Her only weakness was the ever increasing pollution that threatened her kingdom.

Rafo was born in the dark, and finds his Jedi powers most effective in twilight hours. Wherever there is darkness, he shines the brightest. His only weakness was "dark stuff," which eminated from the forces of darkness.

Super Pooper is a vagabond, traveling about with no permanent place to live. This enables her to ever be "on the go" and prepared for anything. Her only weakness was constipation, which severly inhibited her ability to move, and slowed her down considerably.

Dyecees lives in the "great valley" (where the dinosaurs from Land Before Time commune). There, among his giant brothers, he developed and perfected the art of flight. His only weakness was the distrcting power of the videos Dumbo, Curious George, and The land Before Time VI. Whenever these videos were shown, he would lose concentration and sit transfixed until the shows were over.

Into this peaceful world came a most dark and sinister figure, known as "Shadowghast the Dark. Shadowghast live in the dark, evil valley of Ragedusk. He was once known as Jeff, a delightful, pleasant, outgoing man who loved others and especially loved his team, the Utah Jazz. However, there was an evil brewing inside this pleasant soul, and evil so dark and loathesome that only rage and anger could bring it out of him. This rage spawned from his team's inability to win a championship, year after year.

At first, he was merely disappointed, hoping the next year would bring hopes anew. However, after years of punishment and betrayal by the powers that be in the NBA, this pure form of evil finally overtook Jeff and he became Shadowghast the Dark, Emperor of Ragedusk. He delighted in destroying the hopes of people everywhere, especially children. Since his dreams were never fulfilled, he vowed that no one would ever see their wishes come true. He was recently successful in thwarting the hopes of his evil twin Abdul-Jafar.

He lived alone; he had no friends; his life was spent in complete darkness. Deep down, there may be some good left in him, but for now, he remained the most evil presence you will ever see. Whenever anyone makes a birthday wish, tosses a quarter into a pond, or wishes upon a star, Shadowghast sweeps in on his dark horse and intercepts these wishes, dashes them to pieces before he searches for the soul who was foolish enough to cast them. So beware of Shadowghast, young children, for he lurks where you least expect him. AND each of you could be next!

The five superheroes decided to unite their magical powers to reclaim their fallen brother, Shadowghast, and bring him again to light. They felt there was still some good in him. Flaro suggested that they take advantage of his ability to make fire. He said, "I will use my fire for light, which Shadowghast is sure to see in the dark place where he lives. That will get his attention, because he does not like light. When he comes closer and tries to put out my fire he will be near enough for the rest of us to unite our powers against him."

Animorphosis agreed. "That is a great idea. When he comes close enough, I will turn into a rhino and buck him. Then Rafo added that he would then be in perfect position to turn into "Grievous," his alter-ego and get him with his light saber.

Then, after much thought, Dyecees added, "But if we really want to change his evil heart, we must capture the image of Shadoghast in action, sweeping in on his dark horse and intercepting the wishes of the hopeful, dashing them to pieces before searching for the soul foolish enough to cast them. And behold, such a fool was found, with shaved armpits and all. The attack was swift and deftly executed. Once again Shadoghast was victorious, then slurked back into the shadows awaiting yet another opportunity for vengeance.

Super Pooper reached into her magic diaper and pulled out an orb and said, "This is our magic weapon, it will suck up wishes others cast so that Shadowghast does not hurt them

And so the trap was set. As they approached the Jazz arena, they were shocked to see Shadowghast with water balloons ready to extinguish Flaro. But that was not all. He had sacks of garbage ready to pollute the world so that Animorphosis could not change into animals he could not recognize. He also had bombs packed with dark stuff, specially made to neutralize the force coming from Jedi Rafo. In addition, he had bricks of cheese, specially made to constipate Super Pooper, as well as a personal DVD player showing The Land Before Time, which would surely distract Dyesees and his gigantic friends.

But the superheroes were determined to their cause, to save the hopes and wishes of children everywhere. Shadowghast, in a fit of rage, decended below the Jazz areana where he could call upon other evil forces to help him in one final assault. As he burst into the room at the bottom of the arena he found the room completely dark, except for a small campfire which had been prepared by Flaro. The five superheroes sat quietly around the campfire, laughing, talking and roasting marshmallows. Shadowghast approached in rage and shouted with a terrible roar. Rafo put his finger to his lips. Shhhh. You’ll disturb the show and weaken the force. Animorphysis had turned herself into a small group of fireflies and was spelling out words in the darkness above the campfire: “Friends Forever.” Shadowghast fell silent. “Why aren’t you afraid of me?” “Do we have reason to be?” asked Super Pooper. “We forgot to send you one of these,” she said as she reached into her magic diaper and brought out an envelope. “What is this?” shouted Shadowghast, but not as loudly as before. “You must keep your voice down, you are disturbing the fireflies,” whispered Dyecees. “Ever since the days of the dinosaurs it has been forbidden to argue or fight as long as the fireflies are dancing.” “How do you know this?” asked Shadoghast. Super Pooper looked into her orb. “You can see the wishes and dreams of children that you have stolen are recorded here. And this is the secret wish that we found.” Rafo read the wish carefully. “This one has your name on it.” Shadowghast swallowed hard. The wish said, “I wish I had a friend.” Flaro said, “When we saw that, we knew we had the secret weapon. We are so glad that you came to our party.” Slowly Shadowghast began to change. The darkness around him began to fall like rain and turn into splashes of light as it hit the ground. Before you know it, the room was filled with light. Before them stood Jeff, the same that loved his team, the Utah Jazz. Suddenly a golden cloud appeared and the dreams he had previously stolen floated down like silver flakes of snow, floating silently past the dancing fireflies. Everyone sat quietly in the joy of the moment, their faces lighted by the warm campfire. “It’s good to be here,” whispered Jeff, “I like being around friends. But still, it would be nice if the Jazz could win a championship.” In the meantime, the fireflies continued to dance. The moral of the story: The best way to destroy your enemies is to make them your friends.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Snow Fun Being Here

April 15th typically brings a chill to the hearts of taxpayers everywhere. Today, in a show of great generosity, Mother Nature dug deep into her reservoir of resources and refunded yet another rebate of winter wonder upon our unworthy heads.

I was telling the kids at school about the water cycle, and how water comes from the Pacific Ocean through evaporation, travels upward, is driven across the nation and gives us the much needed moisture. One child, remembering that I had recently been on vacation in Hawaii, wanted to know why I didn't leave the snow there and bring something a little more suitable to the season. So much for public education.

I quickly took him outside, rolled him up into a snowball along with three of his detention buddies, stacked them on top of each other, wrapped a hula skirt around them, and added dark reflective sunglasses to complete the artistic creation. "Hawaiian Snowman 50." At least they will remember that the "50" stands for the fact that Hawaii is our 50th state. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

This is the scene in front of our house at 7:30 pm. You can hear a robin in the background asking about tickets to the tropics. Good luck with the airlines these days.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Polynesian Cultural Center & North Shore

This should bring some memories back for Jenna. We passed the humble abode she lived in while she was here but we didn't know which one it was, so I didn't take a picture. The first thing we saw was the canoe float. These things came floating out and performers would dance and do their thing. It was very impressive.
Yes, Chas is alive and doing well. We made contact with him and he met us as the center. We spent the day looking at the different villages, then went to the luau and had some great food. The highlight was the evening show. I took some videos, but they don't do justice to the real thing. We loaded the bus at 9pm, then took the hour ride back past where they made such movies as Jurassic Park, Karate Kid, and of course, don't forget the Elvis movies. The tunnel thorugh the mountain divides the north sidef of the island from the south.
They said there were three highways on the island: H1, H2, and H3 (Hawaii Interstate #1, 2, and 3). They call the second the water highway (H2O). And, yes, it is called an interstate so they can get federal funding.
I was surprised to hear that Waikiki, where we are staying in the south, used to be a swamp. They dug canals to drain all the water, built hotels and imported sand for the beaches from other islands. Ain't authenic life wonderful!!

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Our Wahanee of the Pacific General Conference

As seen in this exclusive clip, the membership of Our Wahanee of the Pacific met in a general conference this weekend. Worshippers clad only in the most humble of attire paddled some 200 yards from their houses of worship to await the coming of "The Big One." The faithful congregated together, lying prostrate in their ceremonial form of prayer and adoration, with hopful eyes looking forward with faith in every stroke. Suddenly, a heavenly chorus erupted in Rock and Roll Surf-upulous Splendor as the elder and more spiritual followers rose to their feet and were carried away in a most splendid rapture. The unworthy were left behind, pondering what might have been had they been more faithful. To have been a witness of the holy event was indeed a journal entry of great worth.

Diamond Head for Dummies

When we flew in I caught this shot of Diamond head below. You can see the crater and the rim. Our hotel is in the little bay just above the rim of the window. This is a little better shot of the entire park, which I did not take, by the way. You enter the crater through a tunnel and then pay inside the park. It is a 1.5 mile walk one-way, but rather steep. The first part is paved. I was amazed at how dry it was and how parched the vegetation. The hike starts at those buildings and zig-zags diagonally up the inside of the crater. At one point it is necessary to go inside a tunnel. This is part of the bunker that was built for artillery fortification. It was convenient for us because the misty weather was turning to rain. This is the inside view of the bunker that looks out over the harbor. You had to crawl out through the narrow four-foot slit to continue the ramaining short distance to the top.
The view from the top was beautiful. Our hotel is about in the center of the picture. Did I mention it was beginning to rain? Just after this picture was taken from the top of Diamond Head it began to rain. We made it back down into the tunnel and by the time we got out it had quit raining and was beginning to dry out. I can't remember how many of those I went through in Central America.
When we got down a dude in a beat-up limo said he would take us back for $13 each. I wondered if it would make it that far. Jan did some good bargaining and we agreed on just $3, but he wanted to see if he could find some others to go as well, so as we were driving along he talked three Japanese students into paying the same, so we all rode together. Duct tape and hope were about all that was holding the once luxurious limo together, but it was better than riding in the bus and stopping at every stop, and it was certainly better than walking.

Attack on Pearl Harbor

This is a Japanese "Zero," like the ones that attacked Pearl Harbor. It was a lazy Sunday morning that suggested nothing more than a typical tropical day. Planes were parked closely together, which made the bombing more effective. The battleships were parked in pairs on "Battleship Row," which protected the ones on the inside from torpedoes, but easy targets for the bombers. Planes like these had developed a new torpedo that would run in the shallow waters of the harbor. Sailors were shooting at these planes with M1 rifles, which didn't do much damage. The planes were so low to the ground they could see the faces of the pilots. Many of the firefighters and rescue people were shot by machine gun fire from the planes as they tried to save others and put out the fires. A few planes like these got off the ground and into the fight. Again, the average age for most of these people was under twenty years old. This was their first real fight. Dolittle was assigned to make a retaliatory strike. This is the kind of plane he flew along with several others. They had the idea to adapt the planes so that they could launch from an aircraft carrier, which had never been done before. They took a big chance, were able to take off in the short distance on the deck, and bombed Japan. They flew across Japan and crashed with empty fuel tanks in China. This is the control tower at Ford Field. It gave me a strange feeling to see actual bullet holes in windows left from the attack. They left many things as an historical preserve.

More than just a bath

Being a true Pisces, this is the place to be. You can see Diamond Head at the top of this photo and our apartment about half-way down. What a place for a bath. My playground is a bit crowded in the afternoon, so I went out before the sun came up. No, that is not me. Just a fellow Pisces. Do I have the faith to walk on water? Why bother? The water is cool, not cold. It takes about zero seconds to get used to it. No shivering anywhere. There is evidence in this photo that Jan has been shopping. This is a view from our apartment on floor 12. In the center of the picture is a lone figure swimming parallel to the beach. That would be me. Yes, Brandon, I prefer this size of tub. The only problem is figuring out how to read without the pages getting wet.

Saturday, April 5, 2008

The Mighty Missouri

This is the view from the wreck of the Arizona. Overlooking the site is the Missorui battleship, now decommissioned and serving as a museum. Most of the smaller anti-aircraft guns have been removed.
I was so impressed with the massive guns. They can shoot a shell over twenty miles. The ship was last used in Desert Storm in Iraq. It "softened up" the shoreline before the invasion. Inside the ship made you feel a little claustrophobic. You have to step over each threashold, which is designed so that you can seal off the doors in case of flooding. Sleeping quarters shown are shown as being bigger and more spacious than they actually were. It was like a floating city wit h crew members stacked everywhere. The average age of those who served was under 19 years of age. This is Captain Shirley, sitting in the Captain's Chair on the main tower. Most of the instruments have been removed, but you definitely get a feel for the actual size of this monster. This is the Captain's view looking out over the bow. Directly in front is the Arizona Memorial. This is the actual spot on the deck where the Japanese officially surrendered. Throughout the tour there was a feeling of reverence for those who gave their lives for our freedom as well as those who survived and were never the same. I came away with a greater sense of appriciation for our freedom.

Pearl Harbor - USS Arizona

We took the tour of the USS Arizona. It is situated right over the wreck of the Arizona as seen below. You can see from the picture I took of the model in the museum how it looks. The round thing is the base of the turret that held the upper guns. Another one was just below it. The guns could shoot shells 20 miles.
The sun reflected off the oil which still leaks from the wreck. As a token of respect to those who died it was decided not to remove the oil. It is considered a national cemetery and entering the memorial gives you a deep sense of respect and sadness. I noticed among those who died was a sailor with the last name of Shirley.
The day after the attack, Grandpa Shirley went down and signed up, as did Grandpa Kinghorn. That generation is referred to many times during the tour as "The Greatest Generation." I think they are right.
Paw

Aloha from Haw-Vai-Eeehaw

This is our little grass shack on the beach. I got up early and went for a walk as the sun was coming up just to the left of Diamond Head. Later in the afternoon I went for a swim. I was able to walk out about fifty to sixty yards and still touch bottom. A band was playing some Hawaiian music on the beach and a warm breeze was blowing. It was like heaven, except that all of you were not here with us. I saw little kids running up and down the beach, making sand castles and trying to keep the rising tide from washing things away. What good is heaven without all of you. We love you, Paw.