good morning, yesterday on the way to the beach, i stopped by a garage sale next to my house. i scored!!! today, i’m going surfing!! have a nice day!!!

check out this new gas bbq grill. it was only used a couple of times. 25 dollars. yup, 25 dollars….

then i saw this can filled up with jewelry. i turned it over and it turned out to be an antique jack daniels can. yeah, this thing must be from the 70’s. i asked how much. the lady told me 50 cents. SOLD!!! i’m so stoked!!!

check out the inside. classic…

can anybody tell me what this is from, when, and why?

this guy was also selling his 2004 harley davidson. there’s not too many of these models around on this island. i asked him how much. the guy told me $11,500. NOT SOLD!! to expensive….

Tea?

since i was a little boy, every time i left my grandparents house, my grandpa and grandma would put a hawaiian sun juice in a plastic bag for me to take home. they would do it for my brothers and sister too. even to this day!!! i use to refuse taking it home because i didn’t want my grandparents to have to go out and buy more because it was heavy. but these days, i take it with a smile on my face. i know that my grandpa really wants to give it to me, and also wants to keep the family tradition alive. and that’s more important to me…

this is my last living grandparent. grandpa fukunaga is 91 years old. he’s really energetic and healthy. grandpa’s been there for us since we were born and still is. every time i go to his house, we talk about mt. fuji, japanese culture, WWII, and the hardships they had as second generation japanese/american citizens. he has almost a decade of experience and i want to know everything about it. next time i see grandpa, i’m going to ask him about my roots. i’m going to start by getting my great grandparents names and cities where they were born. i’m looking forward to that….

now days, leaving my grandpa’s house is hard for me. i remember looking at the wonderful garden of plants and flowers my grandma planted. then as i jumped into my car, i remember seeing my grandpa and grandma waving goodbye to me until my car is far down the street. now it’s only grandpa waving goodbye and once i turn the corner, i can’t hold back my tears… ahh.. this is too hard, i better stop….