I love my City Mill in Hawaii Kai.... Kaimuki one is good too.
Hah! Kaimuki is our busiest store and the workers there bust ass. Hawaii Kai is known as the store with the most difficult and rude customers. It makes sense as Hawaii Kai has grown into a very exclusive area. My family moved there in the early 1970s when I was twelve and houses were affordable. My Dad paid under a $100 grand for it and sold it in the late 80s for over $500 thousand when the Japanese were buying up everything on the islands and prices were skyrocketing. Now it's a million dollar home.
The house is in that subdivision right next to Kaiser High school where I graduated from. The school was brand spanking new as well. If you are looking straight at the school from Lunalilo Home Rd the subdivision is on the right. It use to be a huge plantation with a sprawling estate which now serves, as we called it back then, an old folks home. Sammy "Steamboat" Mokuahi, the famous 50th State wrestler lived right down the street from me. I'm sure Stunt Movie has some stories about him as he seemed to know everybody that was anybody in Hawaii.
Right in front of the school is the Hawaii Kai fire station and my best friend at the time father worked there. It had a weight room which consisted of a bench, squat rack, sit up board and some of those adjustable dumbbells. The kind you had to unscrew the collars and you could attach plates at the end.
Sitting on the bench the squat rack was about five feet in front of me. The sit up board about four feet to the side and the dumbells scatter with small plates laying around on the other side. I would say it was about the size of an average bedroom. Anyway, that's when I first started formally lifting weights at the age of 12. I use to do push-ups, pull-up, body weight squats, dead lift bricks and/or buckets prior to moving to Hawaii Kai and didn't have access to weights. My friend eventually quite lifting after a few months even though he was much stronger at the same age but I kept at it. It was kind of creepy walking through the room of the sleeping firemen to get to the tiny weight room but I was determined to be a "he-man" which is the term they used in that day. And here I am, 46 years later, still at it non stop.
Still not a he-man.
Sammy "Steamboat" Mokuahi. I use to watch him mowing his lawn in awe. I so wanted to be as big and strong as he was.
