President Obama loses the 2012 election to the new Republican front runner, Bruce Gavin, the young Senator from Portland, Oregon. Campaign promises included reducing the National Debt dramatically and quickly before it bankrupts the country. (Review Comments) At the same time, the country is dealing with the moral issue of Gay Marriage. The Supreme Court is hearing arguments and close to a decision that may rock the country and even reach into the Presidency. (Review Comments) What will the President have to do to keep his promise of a return to fiscal sanity? Can he keep the Christian Right Wing of the Republican Party in check and avoid the label of a "RINO"? (Review Comments) With ALOHA!, the authors take you beyond today's traditional thinking and set you up for a ride into the future. The interesting part of this fiction is that it could be reality within a few more years. Are you ready for it?

Aloha!

By Stephen A. Enna Dennis J. Wootten

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Copyright © 2011 Stephen A. Enna & Dennis J. Wootten
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4567-5198-2

Chapter One

IN THE BEGINNING

Sturgis, South Dakota 2010

Sturgis Cigar Bar, the former home of Mike and Toni's used appliance warehouse, was named after the famous Motorcycle Rally held in Sturgis South Dakota. The Jackpine Gypsies Motorcycle Club started the rally in 1936. The Gypsies were founded by Pappy Hoel in 1935. It was 2010 and the 75th anniversary of the club. As motorcycle clubs go the average life cycle is three years. So to reach three quarters of a century was a major milestone.

Mike and Toni Morgan would simply not miss the event in South Dakota. At age 53 and 54, respectively, they fit the average age of the club members. In recent years the club had grown to the point that it now had over 200 members world wide.

The used appliance business was sketchy, at best. They only survived for the three years they had been at it because of the deep recession that had been going on. The recession was the primary reason George Bush left office with a black mark on the history books and Barrack Obama was inaugurated as the 44th President of the United States. Who would have thought that the United States would elect a black President in 2008.

It was the eighth rally that Mike and Toni had attended and what a celebration it was. Mike with his well worn tattoos and 300 pound body and Toni, with her very plentiful store bought boobs, fit right in. In fact, the boobs were an investment they made after attending their very first rally. If you have never been to a Sturgis event then you can't imagine why Toni would insist on a new pair that was fitting of the occasion. Needless to say, her pink leather outfit brought out eyes from every corner as they crossed the country heading for the rally on their hog. It was only when they arrived that they looked perfectly normal and fit right in. Everywhere else they looked like a side show. You guessed it, the tattoo was a Harley Davidson logo. Not bad marketing when you can get a guy to tattoo your label on his body without even asking.

"Mike, I did the bills before we took off from Portland, our business is in the tank. We had almost no used appliance sales this month. Our rent is eating us alive and at this rate we are going to go under. I'm not sure what we need to do but I've been thinking a lot about it lately."

"Really, what have you been thinking about?"

"Well, we both know that smoking has come under fire lately from all sides. People who smoke are unable to do so just about anywhere these days. The regulations have gotten stricter and now some people can't even smoke in their own apartment if the ventilation system could send the second hand smoke to others apartments."

"So what does smoking have to do with used appliances? We both smoke and have for about as long as I can remember."

"Well, I read about this club in Chicago where smoking was legal because it was posted as a smoking club and if you're going to go in you know what you're getting into."

"Toni, I still don't get what you're talking about. Would you do me a favor and dumb it down so I can understand."

"O.K big guy, here is what I think. Our warehouse is smack dab in the middle of the Pearl District. The Pearl District has taken off and is getting more and more high end. The bars and the shops are filled with men and women in their 20's and 30's. The district is no longer the dump that we have always known it to be. So I thought that with three years left on our lease that we could take our warehouse and turn it into a cigar bar. We wouldn't need to do much other than add a bar and get a liquor license. We have adequate rest rooms and the open beam ceilings will lend themselves to the atmosphere that young people are looking for."

"The cigar bar will be for smoking. Everyone would be welcome - Men, Women, Gay or Straight. Who cares as long as they are willing to pay? I think that we can make some real money if we do this and, if so, I can stop thinking about how to sell a God damn used toaster."

"Now I get it woman, not a bad idea. What would we call it?"

"Look around, stupid; why not call it Sturgis Cigar Bar."

Bruce Gavin had known Mike and Toni from growing up on the east side of Portland. Mike was a greaser in his youth and Toni was one of those kids from the east side that could be difficult to bring home to Mom. She was attractive as hell, but the way she looked and talked presented a problem to almost every adult with whom she came into contact. The product of a broken home with a full time working Mom. Toni was on her own, did what she wanted and didn't care about anything other than Mike. Bruce played baseball with Mike in the Montavilla Little League. The park was not far from 82nd and Stark where his parents, Bill and Mildred Gavin, had raised him in a World War II house. The house was on Washington Street, one block off Stark. The original price was $4,000.

As a kid, Bruce did the things most other kids did. He went everywhere he had to go on his Schwinn Bicycle. He attended the same parties everyone else did. Kissed his first girlfriend with the lights out in the basement of Howard Funnel's house and did what he had to do to stay in school. His parents and grandparents were proud and his childhood was as normal as a kid's could be with a total annual family income of $4,500 and a very used 1950 Chevy. Both parents worked; his father Bill was an iron worker and his mother was a school secretary.

Mike, Bruce, and Toni would often attend the afternoon movies at the Academy Theater on Sunday afternoon. The funny thing about it was that it was always just the three of them, never a fourth.

No one in the Gavin household was religious and, thus, Sundays were spent as the second day of the weekend. He was free to roam, hang out with Mike and dream about the future. Religion was never discussed, so he had no frame of reference, or concern in anything having to do with religion.

High School was easy for Bruce. He played baseball, tried his hand at basketball and was a defensive back on the football team. Baseball and Football fit him well, his basketball days were numbered as he could barely hang on to the sixth man spot on the Junior Varsity Team. "Jump! You have to learn to Jump!" his coach would say over and over to the point that even today he hated the word. At 6 feet 2 inches he had the body to be good but there was just something about basketball that he just couldn't handle. His social life was pretty normal, however, few, if any girls, interested him. He attended all of the proms and double dated with Mike and Toni from time to time, but girls were simply not of interest at this time in his life.

The world interested him. Local politics and people's positions on issues interested him unlike everyone else his age. Most of all he liked numbers. He wasn't entirely sure why but things like budgets, income, expense all fascinated him.

Over the years the thought of going on to College crossed Bruce's mind but never interested Mike or Toni and for that matter very few of his high school friends wanted to go. It was the east side of Portland, and when you graduated from high school you went to work or went into the military.

It was during his junior year in high school that he was asked to come into the counselor's office. His grades were fair considering he really didn't care. A 3.4 grade point average was achieved with little or no...