I was walking home from my fourth grade class at Waianae Elementary School, along Farrington Hwy, kicking some gravel to keep me interested with my best friend, Paul Christensen. He was a likeable guy, not like me. I was still in my ‘wise guy’ stage before I emerged, full bloom, into confused adolescence.
I reached into my pocket and found a bean that I had picked up on the beach and gave it to Paul. I said it was a cacao bean since we were reading about cacao plants in South America. I had no idea if it was a cacao bean or a jelly bean, but I was happy to give it to my new friend.
The next day in class, Paul was chosen for show and tell. Well, unfortunately, he shared the wannabe cacao bean. I was mortified. I raised my hand and apologized to Paul and the class.
He was embarassed, but in a few seconds he, and everyone else, moved on. I was still mortified.
But, Paul was still my friend. And, everyone just moved on.
This is why I don’t understand the Republican party. . . . and, their unrelenting march into obscurity.