Our blonde server in Fredericksburg grew up in Alabama and became a Polynesian dancer in New Jersey. She danced for 19 years; can’t since a drunk driver ran into her. Played with robert cazimero at Carnegie Hall, when his dancers got sick on their trip. Worked for Don Ho. “A bit handy for my taste,” she said. He’d get drunk, forgot words to his songs, read them off a TV. Bryant said he delivered the newspaper to Don Ho’s house as a kid. “He never tipped the paper boy.” Someone introduced her to Keali’i Reichel at a festival in Norfolk. I asked her where in Hawai’i she’d lived. But she’d never lived there. Lots of visits, though. When life gets stressful, she listens to Hawaiian music. I recommend Ledward Kaapana as we leave.
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