Twenty years ago, when I was in high school, I spent many an afternoon at the Ala Wai Canal.
Much has happened since — degrees, jobs, fatherhood, friends lost, friends made.
Still, I can picture it with vivid clarity: the canoes neatly lined up on the sloping banks, the joggers and cyclists, the steady hum from Waikīkī. And, more than anything, bubbly teenagers chatting in the afternoon sunlight, paddles in hand, waiting to get on the water…