Big Island school teacher, Linda Jones, makes her AUDIO DEBUT today with "The Man From T.I.K.I." at Amazon and Audible.com
$6 gets you a nice lunch time listen to this funny take on the mystic of TIKI.
SUPPORT your TEACHERS!
Showing posts with label The Man From T.I.K.I.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Man From T.I.K.I.. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Thursday, October 18, 2012
The Man From T.I.K.I.
This 99c excerpt from "The Parrot Talks in Chocolate" takes you into a scene from the famous Maui Tiki bar in the jungles of the north shore.
The bartender is met by a bar inspector intent on confirming Tiwaka's Tiki Bar & Grill is authentically "tiki".
Read the entire book (downloaded over 40,000 times) @ "The Parrot Talks in Chocolate" Here's a taste....
The bartender is met by a bar inspector intent on confirming Tiwaka's Tiki Bar & Grill is authentically "tiki".
Read the entire book (downloaded over 40,000 times) @ "The Parrot Talks in Chocolate" Here's a taste....
Gregorio
was back the next week with a load of grass fed organic island beef
that was so good vegetarians had to reaffirm their faith in its
presence. We had the kiawe wood fires going early and by late
afternoon the coals were dancing. Kegs of Kona brewed beer were
being offloaded and the Kihei Ice Truck had made it all the way in
this time on our gravel road. The weather was doing its best to
impress even hard core islanders with clear skies and warm breezes.
Just another day in paradise.
Our
weekly luau was gearing up just nicely. Sandy and Coco were dressed
in some kind of outfits that reminded me of Trader Vic meets Walt
Disney. They were giggling and prancing around so much that it would
have made burlap bags look good. Ma & Pa had friends in from
Canada or some place really cold. These folks were breathing in the
72 degree air like it was some kind of incense. Hard winters were
always good for business in the tropics.
As
I was organizing the bar a gentleman walked up to where I had several
hemp towels stacked. He stood silently, waiting to get my attention.
Finally, he did.
I
turned to see who was standing there. His hair was quite gray but
had not yet made the leap to white. His eyes were well disguised
behind some authentic looking Texas Sheriff sunglasses. His lips
were drawn back in a half smile that hinted at sarcasm. On top of my
hemp towels was a law enforcement style badge attached to a flip open
wallet also containing his ID.
Glancing
at all that in one brief moment, I offered a little solicitously,
"What you drinking officer?"
He
didn't bite.
"Are
you the proprietor of this establishment?" His half smile faded
a little.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)

