David and I on a golf course, Kauai, 2008.
I am fortunate to live on a quiet street, where there is very little traffic. No buses, no motorcycles, no ambulances, no fire trucks, and no police cars. And my neighborhood is in a suburb of Honolulu, not way out in the boonies. It takes just twenty minutes to drive to the Blaisdell Concert Hall, where we attend concerts and operas once or twice per month.
I used to live in New York City during the 1970s. The plumbing in my apartment was just awful. I would turn on the faucet and orange water would flow out. At first, I thought it was someone’s urine. Then, I realized it was rust from the pipes. I had to let it run for a few seconds, and when the water turned clear, I could brush my teeth.
We don’t have that problem here in Hawaii, because the buildings are relatively new and modern. My house was built in 1963. No rusty water here.
Best of all, the air in Hawaii is clean. I remember the smog in Los Angeles, Bangkok, and Hong Kong, and how difficult it was to breathe. I understand that it’s even worse in Beijing.
How lucky I am to live in beautiful and peaceful Hawaii.