Honolulu, a most cosmopolitan city, is sprouting with futuristic
glass skyscrapers that seem to melt into the blue of the Oahu sky.
We spent the morning at the USS Arizona Memorial over the rusting
sunken hulks of our gallant warships, commemorating that fateful
Sunday morning in 1941 when 2,390 of our sons lost their futures
within the blink of an eye. (Perhaps we should take a thoughtful
look at Pearl Harbor before we take another step toward Iraq!) We
viewed Honolulu by tour bus and on foot, visiting the only palace
in America, King Kamehameha's golden statue, and a church and museum
of the missionary movement. Day two was mostly a historic and geologic
bus tour of Hawaii's volcanic beginnings, some 3 million years ago,
including several idyllic beaches of paradise. That evening, we
came in from the surf at Waikiki just as they were lighting torches
up and down the beach.