Letter: Aloha so embedded here, it can still touch us
When I first arrived on Maui in 1975 with my one-way ticket, the airport as I remember, was some counters under a roof and nearby one beautiful tree. The smell of the tropics was in the air when I walked down the steps onto the runway, and while no one knew I was coming, a woman with a flower in her hair came up to me and placed a fragrant plumeria lei around my neck. Everywhere, the sites, the sounds, the coconut trees swaying in the warm breeze, and the smiling local people, all communicated aloha. There was an immediate feeling of having come home. I’ve lived here ever ...