“They big,” said Yamamoto, “but not the biggest.  My Uncle Harry’s a realtor.  Lemme see what he knows.” Yamamoto used one phone.  Chan … More

Leimomi Sanchez came on stage.  Chan said, “If you talk while she’s singing, she’ll read you the riot act.” Wow, I … More

I caught the bus back to Pacific Heights.  I sat drinking beer, staring out over Honolulu.  From Chan’s lanāi I could see … More

“I brought in me,” my father said. “What?” “I am Kang Yu’s nephew.  I –” I interrupted.  “You mean I am part … More

Jerry and I sat out on the lanāi drinking.  We could see Central Union Church across Beretania beyond the monkeypod trees … More

He passed out.  My hand went numb, and I pulled it away from his, wiped it on my pants.  I’d say way … More

David Chan parked on Kukui Street, then headed up to the third floor of the non-descript apartment building.  They all looked … More

Miles Kuroda was big right out of the chute.  Early on, children would tease him.  He didn’t understand what was so strange … More

David Chan drove as quickly as possible toward Kapahulu.  He was counting the days until construction began on the Interstate Highway … More