Boots Lupinui

I don't even know what that means, but I'm desperate.

So I called the phone number.

She grilled me forever.

And then she tells me to come to her house for round two of the interrogation.

I'm so Hawaiian, I'm just trying to root out my intentions.

So I go, and I sit down with her, and she tells me about her dad, about how he used to run a crew that maintained the famous Kohala Ditch Trail, and how he would take a couple crew members and some pack animals and hike into the forest, and they'd stay in this little cabin next to the ditch trail for days on end while they worked on it, and the whole time missing his family.

And at night he would lay in his cot,

And while he's thinking about his wife and kids, the beautiful scent of gardenias from all the wild gardenia bushes around the cabin would come wafting in the screen windows.

And he wrote a love song for his wife, comparing her to the lovely gardenias all around him.

She thought it would have been about 1939 or so.

At the end of this hour, she smiles at me and says, I think I'm gonna give you my daddy's song.

And then she says, it goes like this.

And she starts humming.

No, no, no, no, no.

That's not how.

No.

What?

That's it?

That's it?

After all of that, that's it?