Grace Jones - La Vie En Rose

Take me to your moment
Any moment you choose
Just take me there
I will follow
Taste all of you
Right there
I can and will
Fly wherever
Whenever
That is 
Our goal
To share the best
Ever dreams
Together
As one
Take me there
I can and will
Fly
Wherever.

I started writing this blog because I was searching for myself. I wanted to have a reason. I look back now and realize that it all has to do with my angel. My mother has always stood firmly by me. She hoped the best. It was hard, as she, herself never had such. I was born in a city that like other cities produces characters who are so very similar to actors. I grew older sooner. I walked over the line more often then not. She, my mom still stood there. Mothers do that. I wandered far far away. It is her blessing that I was able to do so.
Her Bronx was not good enough for her sons. We talk 6000 miles apart these days. She hugs me tightly. The flowers that bloom daily outside in this tropical Disneyland are her gift. I realize that now. My Hawaiian nights are her gift. Thank you Mom!

myway

I've done it my way. That is true to a certain extent. Mostly I am a gleaming sort of guy. I have this way of listening and hearing. Each thing, either heard or seen plays a song in my head. The records all meant something. The choices were momentary and yet lasting. I think mostly in prose. Songs measure high on my list of things that move me. I find great attraction to performance. The picture you see is one of my collection of memories. The young sailor is my father. I only knew him for a moment. But, as my mother says "blood is thicker then water." I know I am him. I started just as most others... a happenstance of lustful passion. Passion to this day is my uppermost thoughtful longing. I know there are those that cringe at such. Whatever! I admit my desire. I want love. I want to make love anytime and anywhere. I am going to tell you how I feel now and once upon a time. I will include those words to the songs that I heard along the way. That is my poetry heard. I never read much. So I will start wandering and hope you enjoy the passage. If not...Oh well.

(by eric clapton)

Bell bottom blues, you made me cry.
I don’t want to lose this feeling.
And if I could choose a place to die
It would be in your arms.

Do you want to see me crawl across the floor to you?
Chorus

Bell bottom blues, don’t say goodbye.
I’m sure we’re gonna meet again,
And if we do, don’t you be surprised
If you find me with another lover. 

I enlisted in 1965.  My bell bottoms with thirteen buttons landed on both domestic and foreign shores. Strutting, then casting them on many a floor was great adventure and a young man's poetry rolled into one.  

Chapter2

IT'S ALL ABOUT LOVE

IF YOU EVER
EVER CHANGE YOUR MIND
ABOUT LEAVING
LEAVING ME BEHIND
JUST GIVE IT TO ME
GIVE YOUR SWEET LOVIN’
GIVE IT ON BACK TO ME
YEAH...YEAH...YEAH...YEAH!


Always the same dream
I had her
She kissed me
and
I her.

Waking I am alone
       but
That PASSION lives on
Not as yesterday
But as ETERNITY.

Realized over and over.

Waking is time spent
Awaiting
Yet another
You...kissing.

IF YOU EVER
EVER CHANGE YOUR MIND
ABOUT LEAVING
LEAVING ME BEHIND
JUST GIVE IT TO ME
GIVE YOUR SWEET LOVIN’
GIVE IT ON BACK TO ME
YEAH...YEAH...YEAH...YEAH!



these are my
now
HAWAIIANIGHTS

I have loved

and will
I hope
do so
EVER MORE!

START YOUR ENGINES!

It was bright and clear as we sped northerly. Christian nimbly ran through gear changes. Alpine villages appeared in the distance and moments later became distorted flashes of color quickly lost behind us. My mind at first sought shelter but soon I was enjoying the sensation of living on the edge. I had no idea as to where we were going. We coursed off the Autobahn and passed a signpost announcing SALZBURG. A short distance down the valley road we passed through an open gate. "We are here!" Before us was a collection of trailers, cars and lots of people. We stopped alongside one of those trailers upon which were two Porsches. As we got out of the car I realized that all of the cars around us were Porsches. "Welcome to the annual Vienna Porsche Club Rally. Gerhart this is Charles." "Ah yes Christian phoned me yesterday and said he was bringing you along. This will be fun." "It is incredible. Charles you arrived just the right time. Gerhart the green one don't you think?" "Yah, why not." "We have decided you will drive that green car." "What?" Christian explained the details of the rally as I followed and lent a hand to both he and his brother as they unloaded the vehicles from the trailer. Every year all of the members of the auto club get together and race their cars, one against the other. There are two days of practice and on the third day the actual event. The real kicker is that there are professional race car drivers who critique the individual owners and offer suggestions that should increase their skills. Emphasis is put on the speedway's turns. 
We checked into the hotel that bordered the raceway. The entire place was booked by the club. By day the attire was the helmets and goggles and the sounds of high pitched whining engines. By night it was lederhausan, umm paa paa, and large quantities of beer. I was guest and witness to an elitist extravaganza. 

I came in last!
I also had a great time.
At the victory celebration I had the occasion to meet the winner. "Great race!" "Ahh...that was child's play. You know the big semi rigs.., those diesel ones. I race them! Now that is fun!"         

"She doesn't speak English"

Hannes was flying to Germany on business. I had called another Austrian I had met windsurfing on Maui and we arranged to meet one another in Vienna. "Let me talk to Hannes." "Hello. Yes but of course. I leave at ten twenty this morning. No problem." Hannes handed me the phone. "Okay Christian, I will see you then. Goodbye." "Charles I will see you in Hawaii in a couple of months. I will call you. That is the place there on the corner. You got everything?" "Yes I do. Thanks for your hospitality. Aloha Hannes." "It was good seeing you. I need to run. Aloha!" I walked across the street and sat at a table outside waiting for Christian.

 "Was werden Sie mit Sir?" "A coffee please." "Ahh, you speak English. where are you from?" "Me....I live in Hawaii." "Oh I hear that is most beautiful place. I think one day I must go there." A sudden jerk to the back of my chair followed by "So here you are in Austria" brought me to my feet. "Yes I am here. Christian, how are you." "Me? It is all good. There are no waves here!" He arched his shoulders upward, squinted his eyes and tilted his head with a questioning effect, then settled into the chair on the opposite side of the table. "You ordered?" "A coffee." "Oh, okay." His eyes rooled over to the waiter..."Noch einen Kaffee und zwei Scholkoladen-Kuchen. I've ordered you a cake as well. It is special to our country. You shall try. So really what brings you here?" "You know Peter." "Of course... the Swizzer!" "He invited me so what the hell. I've not been before and it has been great." "Good. And you caught me at a nice time. Tomorrow I have in mind a small road trip. You, I think will like this. I show you our Alps." The waiter set the coffees and two pieces of dark chocolate cake on the table. "It is very good, the best, try it." "Hum... that is good, not as sweet as I would have thought. Excellent." We sat there and talked a bit about what I had seen and a little about Maui and windsurfing. "Come we go to my aunt's place."He opened the passenger door of the Porche and pulled the seat forward. "Throw your bag back there. You have only that small bag?" "I travel light. A couple of pairs of jeans, a few shirts and toothbrush does me fine." Christian turned the key in the ignition, threw it into first gear and we roared off. He drove so very fast. I was somewhat ill at ease but said nothing except "nice car". "It is fun!" Three quarters of an hour of blurred images finally brought us to our destination. 

Christian hurriedly introduced me to his aunt who had opened the door. "Gretha das ist mien Freund Charles. She speaks no English." The stout smiling woman took my bag and walked flicking her hand as to make sure I'd follow, which I did. She laid my bag at the foot of the bed, sheepishly smiled, turned and walked towards the back of the house. "Charles I have to run over to my office. I will be back in an hour or so. Gretha is preparing some sandwiches for you. Come out back." I followed him into the back yard where there was a wrought iron table and chairs, a tranquil fountain and flowering plants both trellised and potted. "Make yourself at home. Here is something to pass the time." He placed a bottle of wine and a corkscrew on the table. "Okay see you soon." "Thanks man!" His car roared off as Gretha appeared with a tray of sandwiches. "Thank you...Danke." She smiled once again. I pulled out one of the chairs and with hand suggestion offered her to sit. She shook her head no and returned to the interior of her house.

It was delightful outside. The sandwich was quite good and the wine was very satisfying as well. I had just lit a cigarette when Gretha appeared at the table again beckoning me to follow. Inside the kitchen she picked up the phone from the counter and handed it to me..."Christian." "Charles, I thought I'd be back already but a patient has made a last minute appointment. I am sorry but I must see him. I'll be by in the morning early. Gretha knows and she will wake you. Sorry gotta go...Just relax and I'll be there in the morning. Bye Charles." I put the phone down, bowed towards Gretha and walked back to the patio. I finished the wine and smoked a few cigarettes. I then walked around the neighborhood for a while. Upon returning I entered the house through the back door and found Gretha sitting in the living room. She was listening to classical music. She and I mostly exchanged smiles. She reminded me of my grandmother. She pushed herself upward and out of the overstuffed chair. From a cabinet she withdrew a bottle of schnapps. She filled two glasses, handing me one. Once again seated in her chair she saluted me and I returned the gesture. We laughed and drank. This continued for a while with my refilling her glass then mine. She showed me pictures, both those in frames and others in albums as we now sat together on the couch. She placed a little finger food on the table fronting the couch. We picked, sipped, and simply laughed. We both found comfort being there. I enjoyed her very much.

PROST!

This is the old world, new to me! Ancient streets I walk upon. I hear my footsteps in the now, bouncing off walls and ascending stairs that only dreams would permit. "Oh no!" This is happening to me. "Catch this moment". I take that photo, draw something you see. If nothing else I just look. It will add something. All magic is given and it is just the acceptance that matters.
I awake. The air is waltzing around me. I close my eyes ever so tightly and with a gracious bow stand before this blond maiden. She follows my lead. Those around us do the same.  "I kiss the air above her hand." Hannes is telling me about grace. "Every year the ball happens in Vienna. Here, wear this tie. You must have one to enter the Casino." We crossed the street. Slots were no where. Tables were rounded with elegant high rollers each with an air of abandon. "Kellnerin (Waitress), mein Getrank! (my drink)" a snapped finger. Five stacks of black chips ($1000 each) he eased forward.
The dice said yes..."Der Gewinner (Winner)".
But of course! Rich to rich. 
"Hannes I think not." "Good call Charles. We should go to a Heurigen.""OK...Vas is das?" "You like wine?" "Yes." 
Hannes pulled open the door. We sat outdoors. The carafe of wine arrived. "Prost!" "To you my friend! I couldn't believe the all that money bet!" "AHH it is common. BUT...You Charles live in PARADISE! They only wished so. Drink my friend, Dr. Maui!" "Prost................." 

Danke!

So here I am in Baden, Austria. I'm here in Europe because of the generosity of a new found friend. He, without knowing changed my whole way of making a living. I had never envisioned the vacation rental business nor becoming a windsurfer. Peter was the first to stay in my house on Noholani Street. It was he who gifted me my first windsurfing equipment and taught me the basics. And now here I stand some nine thousand miles from my island home visiting with people I met on the beach. What is also so very interesting is seeing these people in their own worlds without the Hawaiian board shorts and tanned bodies. But those very elements are our common denominator without which I would not be here. It isn't the New York me but the Maui me that has opened these doors. I'm beyond lucky. "Who woulda thought?"
I'm waltzing down streets steeped in history. Beethoven wrote music here. That bath house has soothed the tired bodies of men and women for centuries. 

This woman's ancestors probably sold produce in this same spot for ages. "Danke!"

BADEN

"Kate, thanks for everything." "Charles it was great seeing once again. Don't forget to call or write sometimes, Okay?" "I certainly will." I hugged and placed kisses on each of cheeks. "See ya...Love ya." Peter was waiting downstairs. I took a long hard look at the balcony where Kate was standing. She waved and I blew her a kiss. "Peter how's it goin'?" "It is okay." I got into the car and we started off to the airport. "I am a crazy guy Charles." "No your not." "Kate and I"...."Look Peter it is something that happens...Hey look at me three marriages so far." "Okay man." "I gotta thank you for sending the ticket. I love ya man. Don't know how I'll ever repay ya." "You owe me nothin'." We arrived at the airport. "Charles see you in Hawaii next year." Peter was a special guy. It was easy to hug him. He was real and brought out a more real me. "Bye my friend." "Aloha Charles." "Aloha!"
My next destination was to be another place I'd never been. Another windsurfing buddy, Hannes, lived there. The flight was just a mere hour and a half, but security at Swiss airports is extremely tight. It was something I never had witnessed before. Everywhere there were what looked like sharp shooters in military garb standing on elevated stations keeping an ever present eye on the terminal activity with submachine guns at the ready. I felt both secure and apprehensive all at once. Boarding was announced and I entered the plane. Austrian Airlines was indeed a step above US planes. The service was great. Snacks and drinks were all complimentary. Passengers were afforded first class attention with genuine smiles. It was the most pleasant flight I'd ever been on. 
Hannes and his most beautiful girlfriend were awaiting me at baggage claim. "Alexandria, this is Doctor Maui!"

She did the two cheeked European kiss greeting. I loved that. It certainly beats the handshake routine. Hannes always was this whimsical sort of looking guy. He was slight in build and seemed to not quite fill the clothing he wore. He seemed to be leaning on something even if nothing was there. A rascal sort of smile and arched eyebrows bounced above the glasses that rested low on his nose. "It is good to see you Charles. Zooh we go to Baden...cominzee my good friend." There in the parking lot was a Jeep with top down. I had somehow expected a more European type vehicle. Alexandria drove, her long blond hair blowing in the wind. The route was a combination of city streets, highway, vineyard lined country roads, and finally the cobbled entrance to Baden. "Zooh here we are."

It was an amber and golden toned painting that hung there before me. 

We entered this storybook alley of Old World plastered walls, windows and bold heavy wooden doors. The footprints of time autographed everything. 

  Hannes opened one such door and with a gentlemanly wave of his arm through the air bid our entry. "Welcome to my simple house." "This is incredible Hannes." "Not so. Is fine though. Alexandria will show you your room then we get some drink and talk. I wait here."

 Outdoor cafes and afternoon glasses of wine were becoming more the ordinary to me now.

Apres Vous

"Hello, Kate?" "Good morning Charles. Where are you?" I"m still in Zurick. What can I say!" "Oh, I heard. Peter called and said you had a good night." She laughed. "You guys!" "Yes I know, we're party animals. So do you have any plans today?" "I was thinking of doing some shopping in Zurick." "Well can we meet up for lunch." "Yes that would be great. You could meet me at Globus. It is at Lowenplatz 12. If you ask anyone they will know where it is." "Okay, Lowenplatz. Got that, and Globus?" "Yes it is a department store. Anyone will know. I will met you at the main entrance at one thirty." "See ya then Kate. Aloha." "Fine. Aloha Charles."
Twyler emerged from the bathroom. "So did you make your call?" She bent towards me and kissed my cheek. "Uhm, that was a fun night." "So what are you doing today?" "I am supposed to meet a friend at this place called Globus." " Yes it is a wonderful place. Everyone shops there." "Why don't we have some breakfast, and then maybe you could give me directions? I am supposed to be there by one thirty." "I would like that. There's a nice little place a block from here. That store is not very far away. I'll show you."  
We ordered two coffees. Eggs and toast for her and a croissant for me. "Hawaii must be wonderful. I never was, but would love to go there sometime." "You should." "I like your country. I never was here before and am having a great time here...  You are very beautiful." "Tell me more." "I think I love you." "That's enough." She fell into laughter and so did I. "I copied your number from your phone. Hope you don't mind?" "Well call me next time you are here." We continued with some light conversation.
"Just go two blocks that way. Make a right. You will see it." She kissed both my cheeks. I drew her closer and held her hands firmly as I looked into her eyes. "I will call you Twyler." "Aloha, Charles."

I was standing there looking around when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned. "Kate, it's you." She always had such a pleasing smile. She wore a well tailored green pants suit with a silk scarf loosely rounding her neck. I thought just how elegant the young woman standing before me was. "Hi Charles you found it!" "And you found me!" "But of course. This is my favorite store. We can have lunch here as well." "Sounds like a plan. Apres vous, ma cheri." The interior of the department store was very well done. It was even better then Bloomingdales in Manhattan. I've always liked shopping with women. "You don't mind if I look at some clothes do you?" "Kate, I don't mind doing anything with you." "What do you think?" "I personally think the gray would be better." She held the teal blouse under her chin, then the gray, and again the teal. "You are right, but I don't need another." She did find a great pair of heels. "These are perfect." What I enjoy most about cruising about in the womens department is you get to see so many great looking females lost in their fantasies. I rather it then magazines. "You are great to shop with Charles." "And you are fun to be with. My pleasure." "I just want to get a few things from the delicatessen." "After you." 

 
  






I carried Kate's purchases into the restaurant. We had a lovely luncheon. Out in the street Kate took my hand and pursed her lips. "Charles something I must tell you. Peter and I have broken up." "I had the feeling something was going on." I wrapped my free arm about her shoulder. "Are you okay?" "Yes I am. People drift apart. It started before you arrived." "I see. You're great Kate. It must have been hard with me here." "No it is fine." "I've been thinking that I might go and look up some other friends in Austria since I'm here in Europe already." "You could stay." "Let me do some checking on trains and things...make some calls." We took the train back to her apartment.

Boys Night Out

My visit to the Lindt chocolate factory was now behind me and dreams of Ursla had faded with a few beers. I decided to send the deluxe box of Lindt chocolates to my mother in New York. She had the sweet tooth and knew she would delight in this gift. I recall how we would go to this wonderful shop on Fordham Road in the Bronx and she would buy small quantities of assorted chocolates. She would buy me cashews, my favorite. After mailing the package I continued on to Zurick via the train. Upon arrival, I found my friend Peter. He was there at the designated corner with another guy. "Aloha Charles. How was your day? Corsa this is Charles." "Nice to meet you Corsa. My day was fun. I went on this tour of the Lindt factory."  I filled them in on the sexy tour guide and my fantasy chocolate coated love affair with her. "That's hilarious." "I know but can you imagine making love in a vat of chocolate?... Oh well I'm crazy." "It's what we like about you. We're crazy guys too. So let's get crazy tonight. We are going to the old town. You will like it. Come on we go across that bridge!" "So Corsa what do you do?" "I am an architect like Peter." "So tell Charles what you are doing." "I am designing hot air balloons." "Serious?" Corsa went on to explain. He had met this exceptionally rich guy from St. Moritz who for a hobby flew in hot air balloons. When he found out that Corsa was an architect he asked if he might come up with a few out of the ordinary balloon designs. "I thought this guy was pulling my leg. I played with the idea and showed him a couple of sketches. He liked this dragon one and offered me employment as his balloon designer. Crazy, yes?" "I'd say." "I've done three different ones now and he has flown them at various rallies. Now he just bought some castle in Scotland and he has some horse stables he wants me to design. We fly there next week." "Cool, man!" "There are so many old money guys in Europe. They have nothing better to do with their time, and the money is great." Having crossed the bridge we were now in the old section of Zurick. The streets were narrow and the buildings had been there forever. We entered a restaurant/bar and had beers and a variety of sausages. Having attained a beer buzz we ambled on to a disco that peter said was really happening. Lots of young people stood in line at the entrance, but Peter was on a first name basis with the burly fellow who stood behind the roped doorway. We bypassed the lineup and entered. This techno beat music reverberated as strobe lights sent out florescent blue and red lines in dissecting patterns. At the bar Peter introduced Samantha, and Corsa, Rebecca. "So you are Charles. Peter has talked much about you. This is my good friend Twyla!" A round of shots and beers appeared. A chorus of "Aloha...Cheers" ensued. Twyler grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor.

 Peter, Samantha, Corsa and Rebecca twirled, jumped and pumped along with us.

Ribbons of morning sunlight crossed the bed. Black tosseled locks fanned over her face buried in the pillow beside me......  

Sweet Thing

Peter had left early and Kate had things to do in the city as well. I walked Kate to the railway station and she told me what train I could catch to get into Zurick. "Peter will meet you at this stop at five this evening." "Thanks Kate, have a nice day." I decided to meander in the direction of the city. I proceeded along past shops and buildings greeting passersby with "Guten Morgen", one of the few greetings I knew. It was received with smiles and the same words. I continued on my merry way crossing from side to side along the boulevard. I looked at some of the boats docked along the shore and gazed into store windows. I then noticed before me a large factory that took up the entire block.

It was the famous Lindt chocolate factory. At the entrance a quite lovely woman was standing in a form fitting blue skirted suit and gold Lindt pin on the lapel. "Guten Tag", she said as I was in front of her. "sorry I don't speak German." "Oh...Good afternoon then." Yes, it was about afternoon already. "Hi, how are?" "Fine thank you. Would you like to join us in a tour today?" "I'd join her anywhere", I thought..."Yes sure, love to." "You fill out the group. We like twenty persons". I was following her into the lobby. She had a very elegant yet sexy walk. "Hello and welcome to Lindt. My name is Ursla. If  you please follow me." The group consisted mostly of older folks and a few kids. We were ushered into an auditorium where we viewed a rather bad movie about Lindt history and founders. As the lights came back on I thought about making an escape. "Ladies and Gentlemen"...Ursla was standing again right in front of me..."If you'd follow me again I will take you into our factory. Please this way." My thought, "Okay sweetheart, anywhere". "Those stainless tanks deliver the melted chocolate through those pipes over to there....." I known there were all sorts of white coated people doing this and that along the way,

but I was totally absorbed in hips, red lips, and green eyes. The most magical moment was when Ursla put a cherry bon bon with liqueur directly into my mouth. Walking through a large set of steel doors we were once again in the lobby area. "Thank you so very much for visiting with us today and please accept our deluxe box of Lindt Chocolates!" She put a box in my hand and before I could say anything at all was down the line and gone. I stood aside and hoped she might magically reappear. With a feeling of desertion I entered a lakeside bar, ordered a beer and daydreamed as what could have been. Making love in some chocolaty spot somewhere in the factory.....I don't even like chocolate. "Bartender! I'll have another." 

UP-UP-& AWAY

It was a rose colored morning. The slight chill was refreshing. Shrugging off the idea of further sleep I joined my hosts at the breakfast table. "Good morning Charles. Did you sleep well? "I really did Tess." "Coffee? It is your Hawaiian brand. We love it so. We save it for special occasions like this. And you must try the nutella."It is nice on toast." I tried some. It was indeed quite nice. "What is it made of?" Kate said, "it's made from hazelnuts. It is typical here in Switzerland." "Hum...very good." "My parents have a little chalet in the mountain. We shall take you there today." Stini raised his index upward and proceeded with, "Ya, wunderbar!...You vil like." The proud smile assured me I would indeed. After we had finished the breakfast Stini beckoned that I follow him. From an outdoor rack he retrieved a pair of hiking boots and presented them to me. "You try." I did and to my surprise they fit quite well. He gave the thumbs up, "Gut!"
Kate bought tickets for the cable car that would take up to the  top of the mountain. "Oh Kate let me pay for those." "Oh no my parents would be insulted. It is their treat." "Whatever you say." This was my first time riding in such a car. The scenery was amazing as we glided high above the ground below. We made our trek along a winding path. The Alps cast their ominous presence all around us in every direction. To my utter amazement within an hour we were approaching a rather large logged building. It was in fact a hotel restaurant here in the middle of nowhere. A waiter brought us to a table on the outside deck that jutted out beyond the craggy ede of the mountain. A panoramic view of breathtaking proportion before us. I saw no roads. "Kate how in the world do they get everything here?" "Helicopter." "Wow! This is unreal." We continued with what had now become ritual and had a glorious meal and great wine. Again Kate's parents insisted on paying. We continued our walk through meadow and rock formations. Now and then Stini would suddenly stop and wave me to his side as he would point out large mushrooms that were growing in the rock crevices. He would tug them from their spots and place them in his backpack. "Very Gut!" It was I'd say about two miles farther and we arrived at a compound of small Log cabins. Stini led the way to number 9 where he unlocked the front door. "Geben Sie meine Kabne." "He said enter my cabin." I got the cabin part Kate...Understanding a bit more now." It was charming inside. A small everything room fronting a washroom and bunk room. Kate's folks had bought this place when Stini had retired. He was very proud of the place, and well he should have been. I spent most of the day wandering about taking in the magnificent vistas. We had a simple dinner that of course included some mushrooms. Wine was included at no additional charge. The night got cold but the wood burning stove keep us comfortable. Millions of stars shined down upon us as we fell asleep beneath down comforters.       

SCHNITZEL-WINE-SAUNA-KIRSCH...ES ist Gut!

Drinking and eating are indeed a preoccupation here in Europe. Wine it seems is abundant and all of the homes I have visited have one commonality, the wine cellar. It is a cherished spot in any house. Kate's father Stini walked me through his tiered cool cellar. "Oh this one is very good. Und this one as well." He handed me those and picked out two more. Being the guest of honor each bottle was uncorked and I was given the first taste. Kate smiled her wonderful smile. "Oh this is great." Tessie, her mom saluted me with the same smile, "we are delighted you have come here to visit. So you like Switzerland? It is not so beautiful as Maui but different." "I'm having a great time Tess. The mountains and lakes are so very lovely. And of course so are you." A sheepish grin and upward shoulder movement suggested her delight. "Charles you are charming." "Not so much as me", Stini said. "Oh sure. You never say that to me. Laughter followed. Kate's brother said not very much. Unlike the rest of the family he was not so out going. "Charles do you like sauna?" "Well to tell the truth never been in one Tessie." "I must show you ours. Come." "She loves that sauna", Stini interjected as she led the way. She opened the door to the cedar lined interior. "You must try it. We will do so later. This will be your towel."  I perceived a bit of flirtatiousness in her movement. She was very attractive. "The sauna keeps your skin smooth. Kate always joins me when she visits. But...later." We returned to the patio and resumed conversation with the others. Kate insisted we walk out towards the lake. We passed both apple and cherry trees as we walked the earthen pathway. A high church steeple pushed towards the blue lightly clouded sky off to our right. 

"This is quite a lovely place Kate. So why didn't Peter stay?" "He has exams and needed to catch up." "Oh, I see." We came to the water's edge and sat on a bench looking out upon it's blueness. The gentle wash of the water over the polished black rocks added a meditative sound. "I sit here often gathering my thoughts." "It certainly is soothing." "We should walk a little through the town. My mother is preparing a special meal for tonight." "She is special." "She thinks the same of you Charles. We all do." "You're too nice Kate." "Com'on let's walk." She held my hand as we walked, pointing out places and reminiscing of days past. "My best friend lived there.That is my mother's sister's place. She just passed away last year. Thomas and Stini are fixing it up now, They plan to sell it." It was the same Swiss picture; Shutters and flower boxes. There is a very orderly fashion to everything. We pass a small stable attached to the side of a house. A cow is eating straw inside. It is somehow beyond clean and even it has flower boxes on either side of the open top half of the dutch doors.
Upon reentry to Kate's parents house the smells of cooking food floated through the air. "What are you making Tess? Can I help you?" "Why don't you open that white wine." I removed the bottle from the ice bucket and uncorked it. Kate who was beside me now handed me each of three glasses which I filled. Tess wiped her hands on her apron and accepted the glass I had brought to her. "Cheers. I am making Viener Schnitzel, simple but good. Here try this." She handed me a paper thin sliced and rolled reddish meat. "Here, dip it in this." The sauce tasted of horseradish. "You've had this before?" "Umm...I don't think so. Both Kate and Tess laughed. "Charles it is horse meat. Good...Yes?" "Really? Yes it is good. First time for me Kate." "Here, have another". With it she offered from a platter crusty bread and what appeared to be brie cheese. "Shall I help bring the food to the table", I offered as I nibbled. "Yes, I will help as well." "I love veal. It smells so good. One time as a kid I went to a friends house and his mother asked if I would stay for dinner. She was frying veal cutlets. I ate seven. "Mom! Charles is hungry make more." "No,no,no...It's quite fine." Stini appeared with more wine. " Ah, ES ist good!" "Where is your brother?" "Oh, he eats at his girlfriend's most evenings.""Gutten Appetit!" The meal was extremely good. I controlled my veal consumption to two servings but lost count to the amount of  wine I drank. We must have sat there for hours. I do remember washing some dishes with Stini's disapproval and have faint images of myself in the sauna with Kate and Tess. I do recall a shot of Kirsch. I awoke on the couch in the living room. I could hear morning movement and sounds; running water in the bathroom, a whistling tea pot from the kitchen.     

Meet The Folks

Touring through the Alps with my Swiss friends Peter and Kate was indeed seeing a part of Europe that one would  never see as a tourist. I had met them in Hawaii my home and now I was in their home. On Maui I had met Kate's parents.  We drove north from Lake Garda  heading for a region of Switzerland called Uri. It is in central Switzerland where the Reuss river flows. As with the rest of this small country the mountains are the backdrop to everything.

"I met Kate in high school. She lived in Erstfeld and I in a smaller town. but not so far. My father worked for the railroad. Stini, you met him. He worked as an engineer. I know Kate's parents thought she could have done better then me." "Oh Peter that is not so." "Yeah sure! Anyway my folks' place is not far from here."
The house sat on a gentle hill. It had red shutters and a gabled roof. It was old and not very fancy. The railway tracks ran along the back property line. Peter's father and mom were older then I had imagined. They did not speak much English. We acknowledged each other mostly with smiles and nodding heads. Peter's dad was thin and bore the appearance of years of hard work. His mother grasped the arm of her son with a sense of affirmation that he had done well. Peter showed me his childhood room. The valley and distant mountain pass were the view out the window, with a scarred wooden desk in front of it. All told it was a simple, honest place. Peter was now finishing architecture school. We had a nice lunch. Kate remained inside helping with dishes as Peter and I walked to a place where we sat amongst some wild flowers. "I like being in Zurick. There was nothing ever much to do here." "Well my friend I'll tell you this beats the hell out of the Bronx where I was raised." "Ahh well it was okay. I know Kate wants to get to Erstfeld. Stini and Tess are looking forward to seeing you again." "Whatever Peter. I like it here. It is relaxed and your folks are nice." Peter's father was sitting at a table alongside the house. He waved us over and handed each of us a beer. He smiled and we clicked our bottles. Gravel crunched beneath our tires as we waved goodbye. Nothing much was said as we drove through town in the valley below. The setting became more orderly with fenced properties and newer looking homes. Kate's parents bubbled as we entered their home. Stini, Kate's dad slapped my back as if an old lost friend had arrived. Tess gave me kisses upon both cheeks. "Oh sit! Kathy give me a hand." They entered the kicthen and before long we were all seated around the dining table with all sorts of appetizers and several bottles of wine. Peter however did not sit with us. He was standing next to my chair. "Charles I am going back to Zurick. I'll see you in a couple of days." There wasn't that usual smile on his face. Tess said "oh we need to take some photos". We went outside and Kate's brother who had been outside doing something or other appeared. "This is Charles, Thomas." We shook hands. Tess handed him a camera and he took several photos of Kate, Tess, Peter and I.

"See yeah later", Peter said. He hopped into the Volkswagen and drove off. I had this feeling that things were not quite right. I was only a guest and said nothing. Stini kind of halfheartedly waved as Peter drove away.
"Zoe we shall have more wine!" We had moved to an outside terrace and more food and drink was brought to the table.           

Tschuss!-----Bellissimo!

Sally and George bid us farewell as we headed out on our way to Italy. "Tschuss!...I really had I great time here in Cudrefin. We must stay in touch. If you come to Hawaii call me please." "You are so welcome Charles...Shoot dah Moon!" Both simultaneously turned and indeed shot us the moon as we headed off. "They are so funny. Can't believe their doing it." "They loved it Charles...Something American", said Peter.
At midday we had arrived in Como, Italy. "Well we must have lunch and some wine." Kate smiled brightly as she said that. Here we were in another gorgeous place. Wonderful villas ringed the lake. The city streets were cobblestoned and the smell of Italian food drifted into the air. Voices were a bit louder here but joyous. I noticed more hand gesturing between people. We decided on a Pizzeria where we would have our luncheon. The owner had beckoned us to his restaurant by moving a chair out from under a table, bowing and pointing at the blackboard menu. Kate, Peter and I nodded to each other and sat at the table. It is such a wonderful thing to be seated outdoors. With the waiter approaching Kate asked if it was okay for her to do the ordering. We agreed that she would order and whatever it was would be fine. Besides, she spoke perfect Italian.
"E perdere cio che avete per il pranzo?"
"Condivi deremo dal menu. Facciaamoci antipasto. E pizza con prochutto e olive per favore. An che una insalata di casa...Posso vedere la lista del vini...Avremo la Amorone."
"Splendido, tornera presto."
"I ordered, of course a pizza, antipasto, salad and a very special wine of this region." The wine that she had ordered was a red wine called Amarone. She went on to explain how the grapes were left in the sun to dry somewhat before the fermentation process. "Charles you will love this wine!"
 
"Il vostro vino!"
"Il vino a proprio piacimento?"
"Grande! Grazie."
"Antipasto. pane e pesto. Buon divertimento!"
"Grazie."
"Prego!"
Kate was exactly right. The wine was fabulous. We ate, drank and enjoyed each other. "Bellissimo!" "I didn't know you spoke Italian Charles." "Not much Kate, only a few simple words. Here's to us!" "Oh there's more Charles", Peter said. "We have more driving to do. Our next stop is Lake Garda." 
As we headed east towards our next destination Peter explained that Lake Garda was the largest lake in Italy. "It is the best place we have in the Alps for windsurfing. It is not like Maui. No big waves there, but the wind is good and we will rent equipment there and you will see for yourself." "Sure...It should be fun. I am having such a great time." "We are so glad you came to visit Charles." Kate was napping in the back seat as we sped along the highway. We were driving at what seemed a rather good clip, but out of nowhere cars would just zoom past us so quickly you could'nt read the license plates. We recognized one Alfa Romeo, a Ferrari, a Lamborghini and a Maserati. In masculine response Peter floored the Volkswagen's accelerator and passed an older Fiat with not quite the same intensity as the other cars had done to us. It was comic relief. "Peter...Bist du verruckt verlangsamen!" Kate yelled had out pushing upon Peter's shoulder. "Okay! Okay, she told me to slow down and I'm crazy...Women!" We rounded a corner and there below was a panorama of Lake Garda.

We settled into a cozy little hotel a block away from the lake front. An intimate courtyard was the view below our little balcony.

After freshening up the three of us set out into the street for a leisurely stroll. We did some window shopping and then sat for awhile looking out upon the lake. "We should find a nice place to have dinner", I suggested. "This evenings meal is on me." "Fine, but I need to shower and change clothes". Kate had the right idea. Looking more refined we found a rather elegant establishment with a great view. The waiter presented the menus. I took the liberty of ordering a bottle of Barbaresco at his suggestion. I tasted and accepted the bottle. Our waiter poured each of us a glass. "Salute!" We sipped the wine and looked our menus.

 Our collective decision was to once again order a variety of dishes and sample the fare. For antipasti we decided on chopped raw beef with white truffles, Speck, which is smoked prosciutto and a buttery Fontina cheese. The main course included:      
Bagna caoda-garlicky ravioli in Barbera wine

Agnolotti-stuffed pasta seasoned with the drippings of a roast

Tortelli di zucca-squash filled pasta

Polenta e fasoi-polenta with beans
For the finale we orderd a rich custard dessert  with espresso. We toasted one another with Grappa. After another wonderful meal under our belts Peter and Kate decided to call it a dayand headed back to the hotel. I found a bar and chatted with a Parisian girl who had also come here to windsurf. We parted ways at her hotel entrance where she gave me a friendly good night kiss. The next day Kate watched as Peter and I windsurfed.

               

Bellissimo! 

The Morning After...

"Aufstehen mein Freund ist es an Nachmittag. Wir werden die Stadt Fahrrad. Es ist en herrlichen Tag. Sie haben noch einen Kater haben Sie?"
"What was that?" I opened my eyes with Peter standing over me with a broad smile on his face. "I said you should get up. It is already afternoon and we are going to ride to the village on our bikes. I also asked if you have a hangover." "Okay...I feel fine. I need a quick shower." "Yeah sure we will wait for you, no hurry." As we were headed to town a picture entered my mind. It looked rather like this.

"That was certainly on hell of a night". "You were funny Charles." Peter told me how I had shown everyone how to do "Shoot the Moon". Kate chimed in, "It was great, so funny...Remember? We all went outside and dropped our pants and shot the moon. We will never forget." Everyone was laughing as we rode the bicycles into town.

It was all Hansel and Gretel to me. The fountain in the middle of town and the buildings that lined the streets all appeared as if from a story book. We settled into a cafe and and sipped coffee and ate strudel. We then continued to stroll around. 


I picked up some bread at la boulangerie, pork sausages at la charcuterie and cigarettes at le tabac.
It was a leisurely ride back to the house where we all took a cat nap. A few hours later George suggested we take his boat out upon the lake.

  Kate sunned upon the deck of the sailboat as I perused the scenery from the cockpit. This day here in Cudrefin had been yet another magical mystery tour.

ZURICH TO CUDREFIN

Switzerland is this place of lofty mountains jutting high into the heavens with green valley hamlets caressing clear deep lakes. The roadways straddle the majestic Alps and continue through abundant tunnels. The engineering is a wonder of man's achievement. Crisp air rushes into the Volkswagen as we drive from Zurick towards Cudrefin, a small town that hugs a vast lake named Neuchatel, the name of city on the other side.

 "My cousin has a lovely place in Cudrefin Charles. We are to meet Sally and her husband George in Aarau for lunch. Peter and I love this place and we think you will as well." "I am already loving everything. These highways are amazing." "You know my father worked on these tunnels. He is an engineer." "Extraordinary!" At about noon we could see Aarau. 

 We moved into the old town. Peter pointed out the eaves of the buildings. "We call them Dachhimmel. Quite lovely, don't you think?" "Wonderful, yes."

 This was a charming old town. "I hope you like this restaurant" Kate said as we walked towards the entrance. Sally and George were already there and we joined them at their table in the outdoor courtyard.

Kate introduced me to them. "We finally get to meet Mr. Hawaii." "It is my pleasure to meet you too. It is nice of you to have invited me to your place in....sorry I forgot the name." "Cudrefin", Peter reminded me. "Our pleasure" said George. "We should order. The cutlets here are amazing. Here have some wine." He was right the cutlet was great and the wine was especially good. It was indeed a lovely place. Everyone was warm and entertaining. We finished our lunch and I caught the check. "My treat." We then returned to the Alpian Way and headed to Cudrefin. It was dark when we arrived. The house was quite nice and we talked way into the night. George retrieved bottles of wine from his cellar. "Oh you must try this one!" By time I passed out upon the couch in the living room we had gone through fourteen bottles of wine. I think it was the Schnapse that put me over the edge.





 

 

MEINE FREUNDE

I was indeed tired but excited as I boarded the train in Paris. It had been some time since I had last seen Peter. We had shared so many good times in Hawaii. Now I was about to experience his Switzerland. The train pulled from the station and quickly accelerated. The countryside of France whizzed by. I snacked on bread and cheese. The red wine washed it down and also sent me into dreamland. Before I knew it my destination, Zurick. I stepped out upon the station platform and in a few short minutes Peter was standing before me. "It is so good to see you." His girlfriend Kate rushed from behind him and threw her arms around me. "Oh Charles, you are here. Peter and I are so thrilled. How was your trip?" "It was long but here I am. It is great seeing you two." Peter grabbed my bag. "Okay, we go to my car."

    Peter put my bag in his Volkswagon front hood/trunk. Kate said,"you sit in front with Peter." We pulled out and wove our way through the streets of Zurick. It was ten thirty and I saw the night vision of this ancient yet modern city. Lake Zurick glistened in the moonlight as we headed towards Oberrieden, the town where my friends had their apartment. We climbed one flight and entered their place. It was all white and had bare wooden floors. "Welcome to our home. Your room is over here." Kate led me to it. Peter was opening a bottle of wine as we returned to the living room. He handed me a glass and another to Kate. "Salute." It was so good to see them. We shared some conversation and finished the wine. "I know how tired you must be Charles." "Hate to admit it but yes I really am." "Well meine freunde, guten nacht...schlafen gut!" Peter and Kate walked me to my bedroom. "Okay, thanks for everything. See you in the morning." I fell directly asleep.

Morning arrived with the smell of coffee brewing. "Good morning Kate. Where is Peter?" "Oh he had some things to do at his office. He shall be back shortly. Did you sleep well?" "Yes, I really did. Sorry I was so tired last night." "Don't be silly, that was such a long travel for you. It always takes us so many days to return to normal when we come home from Hawaii. We know all about it." "Well I feel great now." "Charles we have everything planned. It is going to be so much fun." "It already is. Great seeing you." We shared coffee. The view outside was amazing. Earthen colored tiled roofs and flower boxes hung outside windows. Peter walked in and said, "Okay we are  going to have a blast." I had no idea where we were headed but I knew it would be great. We threw our bags into the Bug and drove into the Alps.

SOMEWHERE BEYOND THE SEA...EUROPE CALLS TO ME

"Hello." "Aloha, Charles." It was my Swiss friend Peter on the phone. "I'm calling to invite you to Switzerland." "What?" "Yes, I want you to come over here. I am not able to go to Hawaii this summer, so you come here." "Oh, Peter I can't afford that." "Yes you can...I have all these miles that I need to use. If I don't I will lose them. So you will use them, quite simple." We went back and forth, me saying no, he saying yes. "I insist! We will have a great time." I finally gave in to his insistence. Two weeks later I boarded a flight out of Honolulu. The itinerary included two layovers, first Dallas, Texas then Raleigh, North Carolina. Thirty two hours after leaving Honolulu I landed in Paris.

It was 4PM and I was to catch Bullet Train, TGV#9297, leaving Paris est at 5:54PM, arriving Zurick at 10:54PM. I walked to a little shop where I purchased a bottle of red wine, a loaf of crispy bread and some cheese. Seated by a fountain, I watched people stroll about, a policeman direct traffic and the flight of pigeons. The wine tasted superb. The bread and cheese were tres bon. I bought a second bottle of the same wine and crossed the boulevard making my way to the train. I was here in Europe....La joie de vivre!!!!!!   

DREAMERS/DOERS

"So, Charley, it wasn't exactly as we might have thought. I for one thought it might have gone farther." "So much for thinking!" "Yes." The day had been a hurried shut down of the Hawaiian/ Chinese museum and my @theunderground gallery. Mr. Ling had his rug pulled from under him. It was a reaction to time and circumstance. The bubble had burst. The Japanese philanthropist had gone beyond his means. Lawyers had whispered in his ear..."You need to forgo that donation." The building that housed our dreams was sold. "You had a good run." "Yes, I did." "Well I did too." We sat there sipping vodka cocktails and viewing another great sunset. "It's all in the doing." "We accept the moment, you and I." "I'll drink to that." All the artifacts returned to his garage. The art was in the hands of those who created it. The sun was dropping into the sea. Two dreamers, Mr Ling and I sat, loving the splendor of the moment. Nothing was lost. Sharing the idea of dreams we had in common. "I got this offer to lecture on the cruise ships." "I am going to do a remodel in Kaneohe ." Even just an instant of doing your dream is way beyond not doing it at all." "Thanks, Jimmy." "Great sunset".

 

DOUBLE FEATURE

Music and singing are two things that set souls of men on a journey beyond the ground they walk upon. Even those who never attain perfection in their voices find release from the weight of their thoughts by the action of singing. Doing so in a shower helps a great deal. As a kid I found the rebound effects of the tiled subway walls helpful... Anyway, that is an aside to a couple of my Oahu evenings.
At the gallery, it came to pass that the art professor from UH did call me. We agreed to a showing of his work. His art was edgy and abstract. Upon the walls he hung the most unusual of things. As a viewer would pass these objects emitted electronic sounds.The skateboards with fencing masks made rolling wheel and clashing sword sounds. The rubber frogs ribbited before forestry photos. The guy was beyond clever. He also placed a kaleidoscope of vintage musical enhancers around the gallery. There were old tubed things and a painted phonograph horn. A group of musicians rounded out the lot. They performed playing both modern instruments and others handmade. An older Hawaiian man alternately chanted then blew airy sounds with his nose flute while seated in a wheelchair. This was dysfunctional performance art that somehow worked. The gallery audience was drawn into the avant garde show. I sang spontaneous words concocted in wine soaked mind sets. Reflecting upon it later, it was not unlike my first acid trip.

 












At the Kee'hi clubhouse one night after the monthly meeting Lionel, Wilson, Fuzzy and I sat at our round table consuming beers. Lionel began his acapella rendition of Blue Moon.

Blue moon, you saw me standing alone

Without a dream in my heart

Without a love of my own

Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for,

You heard me saying a prayer for,

Someone I could care for

"Beer?"....."Thought you'd never ask."

And then there suddenly appeared before me

The only one my arms will ever hold

heard someone whisper please adore me

And when I looked the Moon had turned to gold

Blue moon 

Now I'm no longer alone

Without a dream in my heart

Without a love of my own.

The big man had transformed into Elvis, sitting and filling a chair. One could see those sideburns and pronounced hip movement even though there were none... "Beer?" I turned my back, gathered the "thought you'd never ask" beers from the cooler and returned to a round table of backyard players with barnyard instruments and a ukulele. Lionel held the uke, Fuzzy sat at a washtub bass, and Wilson had a washboard on his knee. I passed the beer out and somehow a harmonica attached itself to my hand. Tiny Bubbles went on to the line So here's to the shining sea...Fingers pointed at me. I closed my eyes and sang the song into the harmonica. It actually sounded okay......."Right on!" the tune continued with more beer passing and lots of laughter. 

There's an island across the sea

Beautiful Kaua'i, beautiful Kaua'i

And its calling...........

 

Lionel's chair slid sideways and he crashed to the ground. Everyone tried to help him up. There was no moving him. Someone grabbed a pillow from the shed. "Okay guys I think I'll go sleep on my boat." A virtual wet dream ensued. I misjudged my step to the boat and fell in the drink. Curled in the back of my boat along with a pounding headache the sun awakened me. "I'd best coffee myself!" It was a long jangled ride home to Nuuanu. A shower, then bed untill evening ransacked the entire day. Twilight was too bright. Forgetting dinner I passed onto the bed one more time."God! How do professional singers and musicians ever catch an ordinary moment?"