Post #586219 by telescopes on Sat, Apr 23, 2011 1:22 PM

What's missing is Donn. Seriously. Where is he?

He was the party man who thought like my father....Damn it to Hell, I am going to buy a Harley, ride to California, sell it and make my way to Tahiti and dance with the natives.

It's the South Pacific. It's "Some Enchanted Evening". It's Bloody Mary.

Tiki is a statue. The islands he guarded were Paradise!

That's what is still missing.

And it isn't found under a dashboard light.

It's found in places like Don the Beachcombers in Sunset Beach.

It's found in places like Trader Vics in Scottsdale of all places.

It's found oddly enough, in the tikiless Tommy Bahamas on the balcony overlooking the Coachella Valley. (Unless you've been there under our blue skies and seen the blanket of palm trees that is the valley, your criticisms will fall on deaf ears - this isn't the crappy Newport Beach establishment).

I like my puffer fish, my tikis, my Japanese fishing globes, etc, as much as the next person. But what I really like is a place that for me is an island amongst the storm of life.

That's what tiki protects and offers to me.