By Mike Grifantini
The warm, strong trade winds
welcomed Paul at the Kahului Airport as he stepped from the plane. He deftly pulled his suitcase on its rollers, knowing the route to the shuttle that would take him to the resort where he always stayed.
The ride was beautiful, as always: the greenery along the roads, the tourists wearing scant, but colorful clothing and the deep dark blue of the ocean channel looking toward the islands of…
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