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It was called the Honolulu International Center before it was renamed after Mayor Neal S. Blaisdell and featured the top artists of its time. Sometimes I still catch myself calling it the H.I.C.

Everyone from Elvis to America came to town to rock the HIC Arena. In those days, people slept overnight near the sweet smells of the koi pond to be the first to buy tickets when the box office opened the next morning. Now the pond is filled with tilapia and tickets can be purchased with a phone call or click of the mouse.

When a concert was happening at the HIC, two beams of light criss-crossed on the night sky like the Batman signal. Tickets were a little steep at $4.50, $5.50 and $6.50 but somehow we scrounged up the money for that priceless piece of paper. No bar codes or magnetic strips on these tickets!

Smoking was allowed in the 70’s and during a concert, whether it was John Denver or Grand Funk Railroad, the faint smell of cigarette smoke always filled the air. To bring the band back out for an encore, the crowd waved flames from Zippo lighters overhead. Now people wave cell phones!

The first concert I remember going to was with a Washington Inter. dude when we were in the 9th grade. Who did we see? The Jackson 5, baby! Stop laughing.

The Doobie Brothers AND Tower of Power? Now that’s a lineup I’d scrape up good money to see even today. Oh-oh, listen to the music!

In 2009, we’ll be too old to holler!

We are going to be 4 bits old in a couple of years. Half a century. Five decades. Our parents’ age when we were in high school.

Alas, we’re not the young pups we used to be.

We may be getting a little thin in some places and a little thick in others but the class of ’77 still knows how to party!

Kudos to our 1977 friends at McKinley High School who set the gears in motion for a 50 year old birthday bash in Las Vegas for 1977 grads across Oahu.

Tell your soon-to-be Five-Oh friends to look forward to a reunion in September 2009! Stay tuned by checking your email and visiting this website for news regarding this celebration.

Can ya dig it?

For those of us who had access to a car or knew someone who did, cruising was the thing to do in high school! At 62¢ a gallon, gas prices were so low, we could drive forever.

With my new driver’s license in hand my senior year, I was fearless! We’d cruise aimlessly in my dad’s car down Kalakaua Avenue and around Diamond Head, through Kahala and into Hawaii Kai at night. The fear hit me, though, when we eventually ended up on the pitch black winding roads at Makapu’u Point. Driving alongside the guardrails with white-knuckled hands at the wheel, my friends gave me the courage to get us past the cliffs! We parked at the blowhole lookout and sat on the wall talking story and laughing out loud. As for me, I was just relieved that we didn’t huli onto the crashing waves and lava rocks below!

What are your memories of cruising and hanging out with friends?