Uncle Robert’s Awa Bar and Market-Hawaii
I jump up from the picnic bench, as the first notes float in the air. I love this song, I whisper. The dance floor floods
I jump up from the picnic bench, as the first notes float in the air. I love this song, I whisper. The dance floor floods
The paved road gives way to dirt and rocks. There are no street lights. The shapes of houses reveal themselves in our headlights. We ride