I can’t tell you the full extent of how heavy this day has been for me. It started out with a change-of-plea hearing for Randal “Randy” Randrup related to the shooting death of his son Hans Christian “Chris” Randrup. You’ll read that story in Wednesday’s edition of the Big Island Weekly.
I left the courthouse and had some lighter moments — I wrote my story on deadline at my friend Kim’s house while our babies played together, and I had an absolutely scrumptious mexican-style crepe at Le Magic Pan (64 Keawe St.), a newly discovered restaurant run by Louisa, renowned for her crepes and tamales at the farmer’s markets after she closed down her Peruvian restaurant adjacent to Kalakaua Park seven years ago. My lunch companion was a woman named Jen from Kailua who runs the Sacred Surf HI, a line of “island inspired” apparel I’m planning to carry at Jeff Hunt Surfboards.
After that joyful lunch in which I snapped one of the cutest photographs of my daughter delighted with herself after a strawberry and whipped cream filled crepe for dessert (see above), I headed out for the dreaded task of the day. I drove to Kalapana to find a friend to relay that his brother drowned on Molokai yesterday. Read the rest of this entry »

















































