You think Ho`okipa is your private park. You put chairs in the parking spots to save them for your buddies. You put up piles of stones. Then if the wind knocks them down and kids are around, you yell at them. You yell at tourists to “go home.” You cut down trees and brush, then stack them all over the park. You clearly enjoy living off the dole and having your piece of the pie, too. The police have been there many times, but you haven’t stopped. Where’s your aloha?
Illustration: Ron Pitts