GATHER ME UP

"Raindrops keep falling on my head", a refreshing feeling. I never tire of the road to Hana. What a wondrous adventure awaits. Forty minutes from Haiku there is this place I would inevitably stop. The cool falls of Pua Akamoa invite diving without hesitation...crystal clear perfection. I renew Baptism. With meditative posture the fern grotto pulls me in.

At this point in time, Maui was little know in this world. It was a sleepy outpost with majestic Haleakala rising into the clouds  and West Maui mountains cascading into the bluest ocean. Kula chimneys and social cocktails, Lahaina rotating bar fans with boozing harbor rats shared sunset viewing. In little time all would change. Golf coursed resorts would hug the once pristine beaches and many more clinking glasses would salute the same. A rare voyage it has been to be part of this. Just as the sun falls beyond the horizon and begets dreams....tomorrow....sunrise to sunset...evolution...everything is as it should be...CHEERS!
Not one thing remains the same. 

Lower Main Street was by no means Madison Avenue. It was that place where I established my new salon. The article written in the Maui News created the buzz that sent business from good to great.  Women left the salon with haircuts they had only seen in magazines. Before long it was of necessity that I trained others to handle the flow of clientèle. In time my New York attire was set aside. Comfortable flip flops and flowered Aloha shirts felt just right. To this day I wear such shirts beneath Armani jackets when traveling. Scissoring opened the door to an island adventure. It's a different sort of work when primarily focused on the female. I love them. Gay men laugh with them, I ask for the dance. In such moments I fly away.

 Serious sculptors in perfectly tailored British suits and others dressed like rock stars crossed the Atlantic and created glassed salons in Manhattan. Late 1960's.....new music, new fashion. It was my calling to learn and glean from these master hair stylists. The craft transformed my vision. Scissors in hand I would cross the Pacific and find my stage, Maui.