Here's a really great overview of life in Honolulu for Barak "Barry" Obama, produced by his classmate at Punahou, Tom Boyle - it brings back so many memories life as a teenager in Honolulu, circa 1979.
My mom is also buried at Punchbowl, the National Cemetery of the Pacific. I too spent hours and hours of my life in the old Cinerama Theatre with gobs of friends in downtown Honolulu watching Star Wars, over and over again - in fact, that's where my friends took me when they came over and gathered me up the morning after my mom died, in 1977, when I was sixteen. For two hours I almost forgot. But I never forgot those friends. Hawaii pono i.
It used to be that there were three things we did before we could drive in Honolulu: we'd take "da bus" for a dime and go downtown to the Ala Moana Shopping Center and hang out at the mall, or we'd head back down to Ft. DeRussy in Waikiki to go to the beach (where they had these rafts out by the reef you could swim to), or we'd go watch Star Wars yet again at the Cinerama, were it played for over a year.
So, here's a bipartisan moment - Barak Obama is really 100% Hawaiian. So friends on my side of aisle, quit foolin' around with his citizenship. He's a kamaaina, and at the end of the day, at least around here at the Cafe, that's all that really matters. Go Barry. We're praying for you.