I asked five people in Waikiki if there was a bookstore anywhere in the area. I got blank stares. I explained what a bookstore was and got…well, nothing. No knowledge of a bookstore from anyone. I saw a guy in the open doorway of a microbrewery, working on a computer, so I stepped in and asked him if he knew where I could find a bookstore. “Uh…bookstore? Let me look it up.” That was nice of him, since he was at work.
I said that I was grateful and waited. Finally he found one either on another island, or reallllly far away. He told me that Hawaii has the worst educational system in the country. He said he was from Maine and used to read but I’m guessing he doesn’t read any longer. I told him that people were probably outside all the time, so they didn’t have time to read because they were busy having fun. Then a woman came downstairs and he said she was his boss and that she could help me. So I asked her the same question and she looked at the computer screen for a few minutes, then smiled.
“There’s a Nordstrom’s right around the corner,” she said happily.
I thanked her very much and left.
Post Script: Maybe all the people in Waikiki have Kindles.