We have a neighbor who can be heard dropping the F bomb and other vulgarities every day. She has such a loud and resounding voice that you have to remind yourself that she isn’t yelling at you, she is yelling at her boyfriend and her husband and one of the many children that reside in the house with her. Having seen her outside with her children one day, I learned that the youngest of her children is about four months old. Every day that I hear her screaming and yelling her vulgarities I think of that infant and the other children, and I think of my own child who is having to listen to her as well.
Yesterday I reached the point where I had enough of the woman’s ugliness. My 87-year-old friend visited and she and and my 2-year-old child sat on the couch underneath an open window on the side facing the vulgar neighbor’s house. The woman screamed and yelled and emotionally vomited on her family. As I went to close our window, I gently called out to her, “Please stop dropping the F bombs. We have a small child and we don’t like that over here.”
The woman hollered back at me, “Mind your own F—n business!” Read the rest of this entry »
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Enjoying a crepe at Le Magic Pan
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 »
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We have a neighbor who can be heard dropping the F bomb and other vulgarities every day. She has such a loud and resounding voice that you have to remind yourself that she isn’t yelling at you, she is yelling at her boyfriend and her husband and one of the many children that reside in the house with her. Having seen her outside with her children one day, I learned that the youngest of her children is about four months old. Every day that I hear her screaming and yelling her vulgarities I think of that infant and the other children, and I think of my own child who is having to listen to her as well.
