Sometimes he sits in a field beside a well-traveled road, oftentimes he is in the park, and occasionally he can be found camped out on the side of the small store that faces the post office.  Easily recognizable by his long blond dreadlocks and white beard, he has been part of Waialua for as long as people can remember.  He appears to be patiently waiting for someone/something.  He asks for nothing, yet people often drop off food, clothing, shoes, and blankets, setting the offerings in front of him.  He quietly thanks them, in a voice slightly raspy because he is not used to talking.  He has beautiful golden eyes that appear to have seen and absorbed all the sadness in the universe, but his handshake is warm and reassuring.  He is a person you would want to be with if the end of the world came; he is connected to…