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Hill Slide Blues
Kuku
A low creeping weed that grows in large grassy areas and vacant lots with thorny burrs that stick to everything.
We futzed around with the sled a little more, adding a rope handle and gluing fins until Jay finally declared it perfect.
I grabbed my umbrella, and we loaded the sled on top of Char Siu’s skateboard, half dragging, half pushing it to the pavilion between Keikikai and Nalupuki beaches.
On the hill behind the pavilion, the summer grass was dry and clipped so short that red dirt showed through in patches.
Itchy.
“Ready to take ‘em up?” Jay asked.
I eyed the angle of the hillside.
“You sure about this?” I said, “That looks—”
“Fine. It’s fine. Let’s go,” Char Siu said, lifting one end of the box.
It took us forever to grunt the sled to the top, bu
