Aloha and Mahalo

The Great PunkyDunky and The Great FiveHead just got back from Maui. Brother Schmeckl was just there too, and The Great Plotnik and the Great Ducknik are heading for Waikiki in two weeks for a conference.

But the person who should be going is Mummy Plotnik. Mummy P. was a travel agent in the 1950s, who traveled back and forth to Waikiki from L.A. on the Lurline. Plot can remember going down to the harbor to see her off and join the hundreds of other people on shore waving hands as the ship bedecked-in-flags disappeared slowly into the horizon.

Mummy Plotnik remembers the Old Hawaii. She remembers tiki torches off the old Matson Line pier at the Moana Hotel, and Hilo Hattie's when there really was a Hilo Hattie, and the excitement of landing in a tropical paradise, not yet a State, after long days at sea. Her brother, Plotnik's Uncle Nate-Nik, was at Pearl Harbor on the morning of December 7, 1941.

Uncle Nate-Nik is 89 and Mummy Plotnik is 91. Plotnik hopes he gets some of that.

The Plotnik family went to Hawaii together only once, when PD and BZWZ were small.



You can see Mummy Plotnik on the left with Ducknik, and The Great Chiefie and Some Dark Haired Guy, and then the same Great PD seen above and the Great BZWZ next to him. What a day this was, at Hamoa Bay at the end of the Road to Hana.

But Chiefie has said Aloha, and Mummy P. can't take five hour plane rides anymore, and the Lurline has been out of business for forty years. That's one more check mark in the column that says: Do It While You Can, Aloha and Mahalo.