A look at years past shows that change is inevitable
Change is inevitable. When I left the small town where I was born in the late ’40s, the population there was 200, and I was related to half of the people. Today the population there is 2,500, and I doubt anyone there would know me.
I attended Seattle University in the late ’50s, when Seattle was a small city, and parking downtown was available on every street. I worked for my brothers-in-law building houses. A three-bedroom house on a large lot sold for $12,000.
In 1967, I moved to Lahaina. Every store on Front Street at that time catered to locals. Now, not a single one does. I could have bought a house in Mala with an ocean view for $20,000.
One evening when we went to a ballgame in Kahului, we counted the cars that passed us both going and coming back. The grand total was 17. Opelu and akule sold for $2 a kaau (40 fish). Aku was 25 cents a pound, but if you were at the boat harbor when the aku boats came, the fishermen would throw you one for free.
The Aloha Restaurant in Kahului served a huge Hawaiian meal, $2.50. Aku poke, kalua pig, poi, lomi lomi salmon (made with vine-ripened tomatoes from Kula), chicken long rice, pipi kaula, kalua pig, Kula onions, poke, kulolo and haupia. Those were the days.