I think I’d start with Hawaii.
Hawaii! Seriously, what a gig for ghost!
But my reasons are personal and not just because Hawaii is . . . you know . . . Hawaii. Hawaii was the first big time-in-your-dreams-place I ever visited. I went with my parents, and while we were there, I turned sixteen. We went to a supper club in Honolulu—so glam! Also fancy!—where someone told the performer-in-residence, Don Ho, that a certain Haole girl wearing a neon orange muumuu in the audience was having a birthday. So Don Ho made me get up on the stage with him. And he serenaded me while my parents looked on, wondering (no doubt) why they’d ever let me buy that neon orange muumuu.
So that’s where I want to go. Back to Hawaii . And while I’m there, I want to see myself and my parents feeling the kiss of tropical air on our skins for the very first time—with so, so much life ahead of us still.
Your turn to play now. What places would you haunt?