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Back in about 1963 I stayed with my family
at The Reef Towers on Lewers St. It was New Years Eve and we had heard Hawaiians loved to celebrate with a bang, so we bought a
sack full of fireworks and drove to the far side of Oahu to let them off in a safe, orderly manner.
We returned to the hotel, and being a bratty little kid, I decided to throw a few cracker balls off the balcony to the sidewalk. It was fun to watch the pedos jump and most were good natured, giving me the hang loose sign.
Dad however thought I'd get us kicked out of the hotel so that was that. Until...all hell broke loose.
As the night wore on, Lewers St and all of Waikiki turned into a non-stop galaxy of fireworks. Roman candles, bottle rockets and
every conceivable pyrotechnic device were shooting from every floor of every hotel. My brother's friend, standing on our lanai, had a firecracker, dropped from a few floors above, land his breast pocket and blow a hole in his aloha shirt. Moments later, one of those irratic swirling things flew in and landed under a bed. The carpet was slightly scorched before we pounded out the intruding missle with a towel. At that point we closed the glass door and watched the spectacle continue for hours. Fire-engine sirens were almost as non-stop as the fireworks. Never seen anything like it.
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