Chuck and “Dem,”
On the second week of December 2000,1 was fishing on the east side of O'ahu, wondering if I would get lucky and catch something before Christmas.
They say the bites come when you least expect them, and it would be that way. At 2 o’clock in the morning, I was gazing at the sky and thought, “Hey, tonight is really nice-clear sky, lots of stars and not a cloud anywhere to be seen.”
Just then, out toward Moloka’i, I saw a really bright falling star. “Quick, Dwight,” I told myself, “make a wish.” (We all know what fishermen wish for.) Well, with that wish said and done, I went back to daydreaming or, for that matter, nightdreaming.
I had been at the spot for some time and…