ALOHA

Aloha. A light breeze blew through the lobby, moving the large palm leaves, lifting small birds as they hopped along the shiny brown concrete floor, and pulling in the occasional buzz of a moped accelerating up the street outside the hotel. We weren’t in Iowa anymore. Aloha.

ZINES

A light breeze blew through the open-air lobby in OG Honolulu. If you’d like to experience just a little bit of my travels to the 50th state, order my ‘zine called True Blue Hawaii on my Zines page.