1970 was an extremely good year. I was six thousand miles away from New York on a sleepy tropical island named Maui. Love was in the air. There were miles of white sand beaches, rainbows, waterfalls; Magic pure and simple.The population was a mere 40,000 persons....a mix of Japanese, Filipino, Portuguese, High Maka Maka Haoles ( missionary descendants ) Hawaiian, and Hapa ( mixed races ). The newly arrived were mostly white mainlanders, the bulk of whom came from the west coast. A handful of blacks added to the ranks. Trust fund kids, Hippies, and a few new entrepreneurs now roamed the island. Makena, was home to tree housed love children. Haiku and Upcountry were where those of us who had some money set our foundations. Marijuana smoke filled our lungs. Tropical fruits juiced our bodies. Dazed and dancing the "Be here now", love children, floated in the warm Pacific by day and beheld a star filled sky by night. A fleet of battered, rusting, Maui Cruisers rattled around the island. Rock n Roll, mantras, and free love beset this once docile place.....never again would Maui be the same.