"He tro you one shakah!" said everyone to whom I showed my photo of Jason Mamoa on a Harley-Davidson at Valley of the Temples. The woman at the gate had said he'd gone by on his motorcycle before we walked in yesterday, so when I saw a Hawaiian man coming down the hill on a motorcycle, I whipped out my camera. Just in case. "A friend said it was probably his body double," I told her today. She smiled. "Oh no, it was Jason Mamoa." "Yes, my friend checked his left arm tattoo in the photo against another of Mamoa's arm and found them the same. (Mad research skills, you know.)
After Ola said "he tro you one shakah!" he told me that Mamoa was pulled over for speeding yesterday. A friend of his heard it on the police scanner. "That might be why he wasn't on his Harley this morning," said the woman at the gate. "I hope they fined him," I said. After all, he could afford it.
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A gray haired woman waved at us from a van. I yelled at her to stop. "Is your name Lani?" I asked. Yes. "I know a friend of your sister," I said, letting her know the connection was made on social media. "Oh yes, in Kona."
Another woman wore an Old Miss teeshirt. "Old Miss is like Punahou," she said. Lots of rich kids go there. Very exclusive. Her nephew played baseball there, with Hayward. "Jason Hayward?" I confirmed. "He played for my team for a while, didn't do very well." But he was on that Cubs team that won it all.
Ola and Hoku, weedwhacking up the hill, were hoping that they'd get grindz with the film crew. Such good food! A real spread. On our way out, Lilith and I saw a truck with racks for making hotdogs on the back. But really, so much good food. Hawaiian food. Boss said he'd find them to tell them about lunch, but that might not happen, you know.
At the shopping center across Kahekili, we wandered toward more film trucks, and were waved off. "Want to see my photograph of Jason Mamoa?" I asked the security guy who said he lived next to Mamoa's family in Waianae. "Oh," he said, "he tro you one shakah!"
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