Almost...

Almost... starting to move....

And at last, the pole is loose!

Taking it out of the cement base.

This is the point where I had terrified irrational visions of it falling and spintering to a million pieces!

But, no, all's well :)

Making sure they're stable.

And together again at last!

David and Anna, and thier Ohana.

Mother and Daughter.

A fond farewell.

Loading the Tikis.

There's a truck ad in here somewhere... 'room enough for the whole Ohana!'

A Family portrait.

Afterwards, we went inside and spent a few moments. This is the back wall where the mural once hung.

Looking from the back room towards the area near the bar, with the entrance to the kitchen on the right.

The bar area. You can make out the bar's outline on the floor, and where the clamshell light used to be on the wall.

Another picture of the bar area with the cinderblock exposed.

Just to the right of the previous photo, with the entrace to the kitchen in the right foreground.

The men's bathroom- utterly empty, even the corner sink is gone.

The area behind the booths on your left on the way to the back room. My clamshell light came from the 'Jellyfish' on the left.

Looking to the back room. The pieces of wood on the gound cover where the indoor tiki poles once were- sunk down into the ground.

And finally the area with the booths to your right as you walked to the back room. Apparently a fomer patron even wants the 'exit' signs seen in earlier pictures!

As we were leaving we couldn't help but take a last look outside.

And one final picture of the now Tiki-less entryway where for more than 25 years our new Ohana welcomed so many. At least they've been preserved and won't be lost with the rest of the building.

Honolulu isn't a building, though.

Aloha