We are a Kona Coffee Family
(This is my favorite story Dad and even though I explained I was writing a story about Kona Coffee Beans, She (my 7 years old) insisted I tell about us keeping her Sister from leaving our boring Kona coffee farm).
The cars were honking; from the our Kona door I could see the lights of a police car, Cruise strip was hot for a Kona Friday night. I had just drank a tall mug of some great kona coffee company preparing to work strait through as I always did on the weekend when the phone rang, “a bit cliché I know” the voice was soft spoken but hysterically speaking while crying. A moment or two to settle a Kona rush, a few seconds of my best calming voice and I began to understand it was the beautiful mother of my first child. Through her flow of tears I could feel her desperation as she tried her best describing our runaway child’s life and death situation. Needless to say my jaw dropped.
The Kona Coffee Beans Store One Year Before
My Grand the true love of my life, “please don’t tell her about my other love Kona Coffee Beans” ask if I would have a garage sale for her. Sure was the only answer a good grandson that thought the world Grandmother could give. Turned out my Gram had a plan to help someone which I welcomed a week’s prep for a deal to also sell a large collection from a recently closed Kailua, Kona Coffee gift store owned by my Grand’s good Hawaiian friend. While sweltering in the shade of the Hawaiian sun, this large blue car with a nice looking woman and friend arrived. We immediately recognized each other and good conversational pleasantries ensued. They bought a few pieces of jewelry, Kona coffee poster and kona coffee beans then left.
A few days later I’m sitting at my desk sipping a mug of hot Kona Coffee I picked up at the closed Kona collectables sale I had for my Grandmother, when I hear commotion in the front yard. Opening the coffee shop door there was that same attractive woman pulling, no dragging a young girl with the younger person punching the older one. I said “you can’t do that to a child today, they will put you in jail”. . .
She released the young woman and she sprinted away till out of sight like she just drank some fresh brewed Kona coffee beans. The pretty lady shouted that’s yours, I have tried and tried; I can’t do anything with her, it’s your turn to take care of her. Got in the blue car and pealed out as they drove away. I have a Daughter! She looks like me except really pretty, no doubt she must be mine. I knew this young person was my flesh and blood, I could not stop the tears from fallen in my kona coffee, I have a child! In full adult cry mode now, there’s creak of a chair on the porch, must have been 30 minutes or so that passed. As expected there’s a quite knock at the door, then the screen-door opened and closed. All is quiet for about ten minutes. Then the charmer of all charmers popped her head around corner and says the second greatest thing this Kona Coffee drinker has ever heard. She said “are you really my Daddy”.
I had a Kona Coffee business that was just starting to fly. Our Kona online headquarters were the Old Coffee House & Restaurant executive offices with meeting/ballroom and it was all medical Doctor’s building then. Note: I tipped “Don Ho” a 20 to serenade my first wife’s 4th anniversary at the Old Kona House. Oops, a little Kona Coffee I get carried away. Back to making a long story short, we did a lot of shopping. A lot of first’s, first times according to her, all new best of the best wardrobe for back to school, first cup of her families Kona Coffee brand, first diamond necklace, first Kona gold watch and celebrating her good grades and respectful behavior at 14, her first cell phone. The cell phone was in my name and I am still paying for it.
I said long story short and that wasn’t bad for a full year being hopped up on Kona Coffee Beans.
She screams “Kona coffee company and hangs up!
30 minutes elapses, a loud bang at almost midnight jolted me from the chair. The part I missed “on my way to your coffee company. I have always been a get out bed running to the pot of Kona coffee kind, so through the coffee shop I went. It’s the pretty blond woman again or now respectfully the mother of my first born. She was so upset; I am now trying not to cry typing.
She spoke; “THEY HAVE KIDNAPED HER”!
30 minutes later rolling in to the Kona project just after midnight two ladies, one the mother driving through the Kona coffee district with the other telling me about the crack house I’m about to try and rescue my daughter from. I did suggest calling the Kailua, Kona Police. Admittedly I thought with this Kona Coffee rush I would surely get myself in trouble. They exclaimed there would bullets flying and she might be harmed. I have a Child!
You who know me the suit wearing Kona Coffee businessman, know I was really out of place.
So ego bigger than my brain and way more Kona coffee than needed, I jumped from car, walk strait to the door, knocked twice then banged. It opened to a man twice my height. I exclaimed to his belly is my daughter here? I know she’s here. Bullets locking into chambers all across the room, I said, I don’t want to call the police, “I ducked as the guns in my face felt like they were pushing me to the ground” but I want my Daughter!
Note: This is the abridged version, in actuality Kona coffee beans got me in a 30 minute stand-off where I told them to shoot me several times, I’m not leaving till I get my Daughter.
Then the most insane voice of reasoning said “thought you said that pretty little blond girl didn’t have any family”. I stood back up and proudly said “she sure as hell does”!
So they bulldog me back out of the Kona house with new found respect as one said they’ll get her. In a few minutes she appears and was a little combat-if but got in the car. Her mother is screaming at her as we head back into Kona, Hawaii every one of us has the most powerful Kona coffee and adrenaline rush ever. My daughter refuses to go with her mother. So her mother drops us at my Kona office.
I do not want to convey the wrong message: My daughter was not doing drugs.
The executive Kona office from the rear moving forward had a full bath then a full Hawaiian kitchen 10′ x 18′ behind a locked door on right. The kona coffee beans on the right middle shelf of last cabinet. To the rear another locked steel door with a 20′ x 8′ storage space (for our most expensive Kona coffee beans). 20 x 20 executive office occupied by yours truly, “the Kona Coffee Guy”, hall way moving to my General Kona Coffee Manager’s office, Kona secretary’s office (used for Kona Peaberry Coffee storage) and bathrooms on the other side. Then the Kona tech. dept. on one side and Kona coffee shipping dept. on the other with the coffee meeting room slash Ballroom (had a mirror ball in center before renovated) as our Kona coffee warehouse.
I suggested to my her that there is a twin mattress and box spring in the rear of the Kona kitchen, I use when I sleep over, (my first wife calls this homeless). I will sleep on my office couch. She says no. The door locks dear! No..! She crawls under the shipping clerks desk, so I went and retrieved a large blanket my mother crocheted for my grandmother (her mother) in her teens. It had never touched the ground while I owned it, till then.
Hard to Talk this early without Kona Coffee Beans
I was listening and knew something was amiss with my daughter story. I knew the desks were over 200 lbs (loaded) with no gap between the desks and walls. I also had all 120 volt outlets installed above desks when I renovated to make it easy to plug in roaster and grind or brew Kona coffee beans. So I kept inhaling chocolate cover Kona Coffee beans till about 3am, then I was a bad dad and tiptoed out to get a phone I knew would be charging on top of the desk next the coffee roasting machines.
Before passing judgment on the Kona coffee guy, you should know my daughter and I had an iron clad signed written agreement on her responsibilities concerning her phone with her own in office filing cabinet for such important documents.
My Mother’s Kona Coffee blanket
An hour later her phone rang because a not so smart Kona dad didn’t turn it off, my strong and very direct reflection of me said “give me my phone now” and her genetic equal (with Kona Coffee maybe) said you earned it once so you know how to get it back. He then closed the office door. A whole lot of screaming outside the Kona office door and then it became very quiet. It’s 4:40 am, I get up in 20 minutes, reminds me of work and 5 people about to arrive ready to ship coffee which are about to see my Daughter, they know well (lunch money stop every morning for a year, proud owner’s daughter walk through) sleeping under a desk with the blanket that hung in my Kona office many years.
Trying to Sleep after to much Kona Coffee
At 5AM Kona, Hawaii time there was commotion out front. Looking, I see a angry young lady going out the main door and a car as she opens it. It was her great Hawaiian grandmother. Note: A very classy lady with 84 years of wisdom that called me later to find out what really happened and one my favorite Kona people. She says “Aloha Dear, Good Morning”, “I don’t know what’s going on dear, she called screaming and frantic, I heard Kona coffee office, so I figured I better get on down here”. I said I don’t understand ether. My daughter is cursing me the entire time (never happened before). They immediately drove away as I’m in full on uncontrolled tears.
Frozen by my offspring’s words, I don’t know how long I stood there. In that still moment after the Kona coffee flowing through my Hawaiian veins slowed I decided the phone held the answers to this unbelievable crazy night of calamity. Back in my office I had hidden the phone on one of the ceiling tiles in the specialty Kona coffee room knowing she would go through checking everywhere.
First playing voice mails:
First message; a woman’s voice, “Are you still flying to Missouri with us on Tuesday” and the little phone’s robotic voice said “mail received 4:41AM Saturday”.
I have kept that phone in the center console of every car 14 years strait.
Strange I kept it and I’m still not sure why!
Now, do you know the Kona Coffee guy?
To me, this 100% Kona Coffee Beans Story is about one person imagining they can gauge the love of another.