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handful of pick-up trucks parked around, and boat owners, mainly Filipino men, were go-
ing about their business. It was a crystal clear day with little wind, and I couldn't imagine a
nicer day to go fishing. The locals were a tightly knit clan and they conversed and laughed
spiritedly.
Their Pidgin English was comic, “Ho bra, you get one more hook bra, I no can find my
hooks today?”
“Yea, I get some bra. I get in one box on da truck bra, check hom out brudder.”
A little, silver truck pulled up and an attractive, young, Filipino woman got out. Her truck
had been customized with neatly varnished strips of wood at the back. She had several large
ice chests strapped down, and she now opened one and retrieved a couple of plastic bags of
ice and took them down to one of the fisherman. She repeated the process and eventually
ended up walking down my dock to the boat next to mine. She had a great smile and was
very friendly, “Good morning, is that your kitty?” she asked, bending down and patting
Murphy.
“Yes, that's Murphy from Oahu.”
“Oh you from Oahu, you must have arrived yesterday?”
“Yes I did. I'm Jonathan, by the way,” I said, averting my gaze at her ample feminine
charms.
“They call me Dee, the ice lady.” She had a lovely smile as she laughed; her black hair
shone in the sunlight, and the beauty of her slim body was evident behind her casual cloth-
ing of colorful aloha shirt and black shorts.
“If you ever need any ice, let me know; I always come down in the morning for the fisher-
man.” Her brown eyes sparkled, and her dimples were charming when she smiled.
“Thanks Dee, I don't even have an ice chest on-board, but I may get one in town; it might
be a good idea.”
Dee would end up a dear friend of mine on Lanai, and I always had the highest regard for
her and her American husband (who was several years older than her), commuting between
Oahu where he worked and spending weekends on Lanai with his young wife. Together
they owned a lovely, little house and the largest game fishing boat in the harbor. I would
go out with them on a couple of occasions and spend hours drifting gently along in a weak
current, bottom fishing for the tasty little mempachi fish, or trolling for tuna, or nothing at
all.
