Sven asked, “Would you like a cigarillo?”
With the day’s events behind us, the evening was now coming to a close. The fading light signaled it should be time to head back to Whittier. So when Sven Kirsten invited me to sit with him on his front porch to end the evening with a few sips of rum and a smoke, I was honored. It provided a few more moments with Tiki’s sensei.
Read the rest of the story in Polynesiacs: Tiki at Home, page 168.
Sven Kirsten’s Home, Los Angeles, California
