Table of Memories.

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In the small kitchen, at an even smaller table that has seen meals, warm cans of beer, and long talks, my father negotiates the benefits of a life with him if my mother chooses to return.

The Windsor and Sam Cooke.

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It started in school when his father gave him a bunch of old suits he hadn’t used in a long while. It’s also when his father showed him how to tie a tie and how to shine his own shoes.

Slam The Poets Night.

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The house was packed on open mic night. The designated slam poet, Red Shibata, didn't show, as he was prone to do.

100 Numerous Ghost Stories 2025.

 2026 will mark 10 years of this blog, which we named GhostsNextDoor.

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2025. #100. Keala.

 I felt sorry for him.

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2025. #99. George's Mixtape.

 He'd been in a coma for a while now.

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2025. #98. Kindness.

 She, as I knew her, would never have given me or anyone else the time of day.

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2025. #97. Kalei.

 I lay on my side, the finely manicured grass my comfort, while I watch him discover the wonder of everything around him.

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2025. #96. Cave Diary 6.

 The tourists weren't at all impressed with the cave when they saw it from across the street in the dirt parking lot.

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2025. #95. Cave Diary 5.

The Army, in a show of community support, went into Kaneana cave and sprayed black paint over all of the graffiti that festooned the walls of the sacred cave. 

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2025. #92. Cave Diary 2.

We were drunk and stupid, and we needed to piss really badly.

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2025. #94 Cave Diary 4.

We parked in the dirt lot across the street from the cave.

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2025. #93. Cave Diary 3.

The argument started in our car from Hawai'i Kai and concluded inside Kaneana cave, not by choice, mind you. It happened to be where we stopped and where we ended up. The dirt parking lot was crowded with so many vehicles, but we thought nothing of it. Except when we entered the cave, no one was there. Not that we could see right away. Once our eyes adjusted to the dark, we saw them. As grey as the dirt and the rock walls, there they were strewn about, lying in different awkward positions, but dead. Very dead. As we ran out of the cave, fighting back our horrific screams, we looked back for a second, and we just caught a glimpse of a woman, climbing up to the top of the cave on all fours. We screamed then for sure. The argument was a minimal cog in the wheel of our marriage. Driving home, we cried and professed our love for one another. Priorities.