Golf balls and rainbows.

The bluest skies ever with the whitest cotton puff clouds along with an occasional rainbow is what we moved to in 1972. And certainly, away from the smoky gray L A basin. So, we winged away to what some travelers call paradise. Honolulu is where we flew away to. Far away about 2500 miles from gray smoky air. Landing in the most brilliant deep blue and clear skies in the middle of the Pacific ocean. However, we did not move away from traffic and tall buildings. There is almost always a downside to every upside. Along the water’s edge of Waikiki looked much like the Miami beach front with a bit of downtown Los Angeles looming nearby. We lived in paradise for two years. From May 1972 to April 1974. Just long enough to enjoy the beaches and most warm tropical weather with its trade wind breezes and afternoon gentle showers. Aloha from the rainbow state.
None the less it was our good fortune to live a few miles away from downtown Honolulu in a townhouse over looking a newly developed golf course. Further down the vista expanse was the historic Pearl Harbor. Complete with the stylized Arizona Memorial and Ford Island. As the owner of our condo said, “a million-dollar view looking out the back lanai.” A landscape Norman Rockwell would have trouble duplicating. A vast spread of Bermuda grass, waving palm trees, and gently rolling topography flowing down to the water’s edge. Never mind the newly constructed shopping mall down to the right corner of this picture. If you like gray navy vessels with tall lifting Crains in the harbor, this is your place.
But again, we were just up in an ivy patch off from the eleventh T-box. A good 45-degree slice from the Tee. Approximately fifty yards from a golfers divot. One could look down below into the ivy from our lanai and see dozens of new golf balls like hidden Easter eggs waiting to be found. Titlist, Ping, and more.
Along with the help of my three-year-old daughter we collected dozens of nearly new golf balls. Gave them away to a Japanese gentleman who sometimes practiced putting on our complex’s front lawn.
Eventually we gave up all this leisure living and moved to Oklahoma. Go Sooners! Love the red dirt.