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Just asking…
Is mask-wearing still a matter for debate?
Seems like the wearing of face masks in Hawaii is a no-brainer – science shows it shields you from catching the virus, or spreading it if you’re infected.
Sadly, amid rising COVID-19 stats, this mask thing continues to be an issue to discuss. Seems the delta variant – more devastating, if you catch it — is a major player in the new, mounting wave of COVID deaths.
A local expert predicts that the pandemic will around for two more years. Will the unvaccinated souls be around then? Remember, there’s a segment of folks who say that the right to say no to the shot is a matter of choice; that it shouldn’t be a mandate to wear it under specific circumstance
Getting vaccinated hasn’t yet reached the state’s goal of 70 per cent (stalled at 60+ per cent) and continues to be a challenge.
So is vaxxing still an issue? Will we ever see the light at the end of the tunnel?
Yes, there’s still resistance, in pockets of the community, where some won’t roll up sleeves to get the free shots for a variety of dubious reasons. Religious beliefs. Personal rights. Nixing the vaxx that Democrats are pushing, even though the GOP got the ball rolling an administration ago.
Among the naysayers, it’s their freedom to be mask-free or unvaxxed.
That’s one of the reasons why Frank DeLima has once more been tapped to non-vaxxers to get that shot.
Further: the lieutenant governor has been contemplating a possible lockdown again – remember those horrid times – as hospitals are running out of patient beds, covid numbers surging.
The bottom line: About 95 per cent of recent COVID deaths are folks who weren’t vaxxed. Consequently, does this make any sense to pass on the shot?
Get one, if you haven’t; it’s protection for you, your family, and others.
Just wondering…
Frank DeLima is back in the parody lane, rendering “Poki Poki” (inspired by the Hokey Pokey song of yesteryear) to encourage the unvaccinated to get vaxxed.
It’s all quite simple: You put your left arm out, and you can get vaccinated, to help combat growing COVID numbers.
The promotional video is backed by the state Department of Health, who has tapped comedian DeLima in earlier pandemic pitches.
To see the video, go to my Facebook page or visit frankdelima.com
And yep, you may win prizes once you’re vaxxed. So what are ya waiting for?
Note: this is not the usual Show Biz column; this one is a snapshot of a milestone birthday and celebration.—W.H.
You can’t ignore an 80th birthday. Truly.
So instead of a customary to-do with family, and despite the wavering cloud of COVID-19, my wife Vi and I invited two couples — pals Jack and Cha Thompson and Rick Ornellas and Vicki Borges – to mark the milestone new decade of my existence.
Roy’s Hawaii Kai was the destination – our favorite “hometown” fine dining joint, after all – and it was a blast.
It was to be a no-gift occasion with the Haradas footing the bill, but my friends are generous but don’t listen: so they separately presented gift cards ($80 plus a movie gift card, from the Thompsons, and $81 from Rick and Vicki, with the extra $ likely a token for good luck), but don’t chuckle. They know me: Zippy’s also is my neighborhood go-to place for take-out, with the Kahala site for dine-in since the Hawaii Kai restaurant is not yet open to welcome area visitors, apparently because of lease rate issues.
The gathering of three couples was also significant, marking the formal assembling of the Chow Hounds club, with Vicki and Ricky as newbies. We officially welcomed the new members of this cluster of foodies who enjoy regular outings of great food, wine, and, yes, margaritas.
I made “Chow Hounds” lapel pins for everyone to wear, to acknowledge that this club will engage in more restaurant visits with a measure of practical frequency. So cheers!
For the record, three of us ordered Roy’s fabled misoyaki butterfish. My fave.
To award-winning chef Roy Yamaguchi, arigato for the pupus and dessert, and a hearty hurrah for the traffic of diners, inside the restaurant, in the party room, and in the downstairs bar area, and outside in a rousing, clustery certification that Roy’s is back with a wave of regulars.
Gomen, for occupying Table 1 for three hours; so much fun and fellowship. Be advised: we’ll return for another festive and ono evening…
And that’s “Show Biz.” …
Sometimes it pays to be old.
You’ve lived it, you’ve seen it, you’ve done it.
Life means a keg load of memories.
I turned 80 today. You read that right. The Eighty is Weighty Club.
So what if the body aches are constant; that it requires effort to get off the sofa; that the hair, if still there, has whitened. All part of aging.
So what? You have fond memories. Try these on for sighs…an alphabetical compilation of people, places and things, from A to Z, to tingle the memory bell:
A – Arakawa’s. The picturesque department store in the sugar cane town of Waipahu. Its shopping bag, replicating the blue palaka print, was a treasure.
B—Brothers Cazimero. One of the founding members of the renaissance of Hawaiian music. Robert still carries on the tradition of preserving and performing the music; bro Roland has gone on to a heavenly career and presence.
C—Char Hung Sut. Known for its char siu bao and chow fun. Shut down for good. Auwe.
D — Drive-in theaters. Yeah, dating-time destination. Even with those awful audio gizmos you had to hang on the car window.
E—Escalators. Sears Roebuck, on Beretania St., had the first moving stairs.
F—Foodland. When there was only one, well before the advent of Foodland Farms.
G—Gabby Pahihui. The first God of slack key guitar. Think “Hi‘ilawe.”
H—“Hawaii Aloha.” The anthem of choice to close an event, with hands-upon-hands and voices in union. A unifier.
I—Israel Kamakawiwio‘ole, when he was a member of The Makaha Sons of Niihau. Before “Over the Rainbow.”
J—Jack in the box. When it was mostly a toy, with “Jack” jumping out of a music box you cranked.
K—Kress stores. The foremost five-and-dime outlet. Debatable: Was Woolworth’s the dime store fave?
L—Lurline. The flagship that brought visitors from the mainland to Hawaii, when sailing preceded air flights for the wealthy.
M—Movies. With Cinemascope and Surround Sound. And remember 3-D? And movie palaces, like the original Waikiki, Kuhio, and Princess Theatres?
N—“No ka oi.” The useful Hawaiian term to designate “the best.” Worked the; still works today.
O—Olomana. The duo named after a mountain, with pioneering musicians Jerry Santos and Robert Beaumont; the latter died far too early.
P — Phones, with cords and rotary dials; later, in booths, providing Superman a space to change costumes. The booth vanished with the invention of cellular phones.
Q—Queen’s Hospital. When it was a modest facility in pretty much the area where its stellar medical campus is located.
R—Roadshows, movie films with anticipated long runs, with premium, reserved seating, intermissions. Think: “Cleopatra,” “Lawrence of Arabia,” “Bridge Over the River Kwai. Add: powerhouse movies that ran for months, with long lines before mall theaters and stadium seating: “Sound of Music,” “Jaws,” “Star Wars” and “Raiders of the Lost Ark.”
S—Shaka. The thumb and pinkie finger that say many things for many moments. The simple definition: “Right on.” Thanks, Lippy Espinda, who popularized the signal.
T—Typewriters. The tool that enabled you to insert paper and spool of ribbon, and learn the rhythm of the keyboard, to “write” your term papers.
U—University of Hawaii. It enabled many of us to get college degrees without trekking to the mainland; its agricultural roots have grown to embrace a medical school and a very healthy travel-industry school.
V—Videotape. The early way to film, tape shows on TV, before the arrival of DVRs and iPhones.
W—Waikiki. Love it or loathe it, there wouldn’t be an industry that welcomes visitors without Waikiki. Think Moana Hotel, the first lodging for tourists on now the fabled Kalakaua Avenue.
X—Xerox machines. Consequently, messy mimeograph devices and carbon paper became outdated.
Y—Yasai man. The peddler-on-wheels who visited communities to sell produce, meat, milk and other needs for daily lives.
Z—Zippy’s. When there was only one, on King Street. Now, there two dozen, with Las Vegas becoming home for Zip-Min, Zip-Pac and fried chicken, too.