Mr Gima
One my most favorite activities is to walk around Manoa town and to take an occasional photo. Manoa is big enough so that there is always something new to see, yet small enough where familiar faces can be recognized.
One area that I pass by on occasion is a little commercial radio repair shop. I’ve never actually seen any customers go in or out of the place, nor have I ever been in there myself. Outside of the shop, four old men sit in assorted chairs and talk, laugh, and watch people go by.
Yesterday, while walking through town, I noticed that the four grandpas were not sitting in front of the shop. Instead, there were four empty chairs and several bouquets of flowers. On one of the chairs was a taped note with the following message:
In Memory of Mr. Gima
Rest in Peace
Until We Meet
Again