When I first took over this column, I confess I questioned whether people really cared. Sure, here’s a government agency that’s inconsistent in its rulings and actions, lacks transparency and often fails to live up to both the spirit and practical purposes for which it was created. Add it to the freakin’ list, I thought.
So it’s both heartening and reassuring when we pull the column because of space issues and I’m flooded with missives from readers (OK, not flooded—I got three) wanting to know what’s up.
My favorite was from “Uncle Rummie” in Kahului, who had this to say: “Where the hell is El Cee?!? [Love the way he spelled it out; we might have to start aping that.] Please tell me you didn’t run it because you didn’t have room & not because you’re trying to claim those assholes didn’t do something. Come on, I know somewhere out there some club or bar got slapped for some shit they didn’t deserve.”
Second prize goes to Shane in Wailuku (last name withheld by request): “We need you to tell us about people getting fined for dancing so we don’t get too happy about living on Maui.”
Actually, now that I read it again, that one might have been a subtle jab.
Either way, thanks for reading guys. And yes, I realize that I just devoted a whole column to talking about people wanting me to write about the LC instead of actually writing about the LC. But we’ve got a good one cooking for next week, I promise.