Where time stands still

Where Time Stands Still: Gina’s Bar-B-Q

I left Kaua‘i after high school in 1995, moving into an older dorm at UH Mānoa. The room had two bunk beds, desks, lamps, a landline and the mini fridge and TV my roommate brought. I plopped down my suitcase and a cloud of dust whirled off the worn carpet. I felt far from home.   On weekends, my roommate and most others headed back to the comforts of their family homes. I was left to wander a ghost campus with closed eateries and a cafeteria wit…

Where time stands still

Our recent trip to Michigan’s Upper Peninsula was a rare just-the-two-of-us vacation that I expect will become more common, as our adult children are establishing their own lives and their own traditions. So off we went, my Gentleman Friend and I, with our trusty teardrop camper in tow up to Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore near Munising, Michigan. Our campsite turned out to be mere steps from the shore of Lake Superior, and if it weren’t for t…