After checking into the Stardust, we had a get-together in Stan Wada’s “suite” There was a mixup and Stan didn’t get his suite until Sunday; in the meantime Stan and Carol were next door to Alan Fukushima and me in an “ordinary,” but still very nice, room.
As a friend of mine commented, for $33.75/night (double occupancy), including 3 meals/day, you can’t even live at home at that rate!
Jim Varner, Paul Kaneda and Allen Shinsato discuss their golf plans for the following morning.
Alan Fukushima, Earl Christian Jr., George Arnold (Carol Galbraith’s husband) and Shirley (Odani) Castro.
Jim, Carol (Galbraith) Arnold, Patrick Niemann and Calvin DeGuchi, as we were gathering for the tailgate party.
Carol took my picture taking a picture. Actually, this was taken the following day, on the way to the reunion dinner — since I’m wearing my 40th-reunion golf shirt, designed by Robert Morgan — but it was in the same lobby location. Thanks, Carol and George, for sharing your pictures.
Most of you are probably not aware of how very rare it is to see such a “tiny” camera in front of my face. This is some of the camera equipment I normally use for my “Telescapes” (telephoto landscapes).
Clockwise from lower left,
Tailgate party at the UH (University of Hawai‘i) vs. UNLV (University of Nevada, Las Vegas) game: Patrick, Allen, Cal and Alan Takamori.
Carol, Eric Mitobe and his uncle, Paul, Pat and Allen.
Cal, Alan, Stan, Carol, Nancy and Jim.
Paul had arranged a great Korean barbeque bento for us.
The only problem was, we can’t eat as much as we could as teenagers so we stuffed ourselves in the true Hawai‘i tradition.
Stan, Carol and Allen.
Eric, Paul and Pat.
The UH football game was good company and the seats were great but the result (UNLV 33– UH 22) was disappointing, although not as disappointing as the USC game the previous weekend, which Allen Shinsato also attended because his son is at USC. USC easily racked up 62 points in that one.
It was funny, both at the game and in the hotel, there were so many Hawai‘i people that it was like being back in Hawai‘i. There were as many UH as UNLV rooters. When walking through the hotel lobby it was hard not to notice that just about everyone was speaking pidgin: “I go take my stuff up to da room an den come back down. You go stay ova deah, ’kay?”
How can you tell people are from Hawai‘i? Click fo’ fine out.
Yet another penalty, interception or fumble discourages the UH fans. At least Jim and I found some satisfaction in photographing each other.
The outcome was beginning to look pretty hopeless.