So, what now?
So, what now?
Soon, school will be out. Students will be graduating from high school and college. These college graduates will take their new-gained knowledge and search for a job, as they will then be in the working group.
But where are they going to find work? Some will find local jobs which will be far and few between. Most will not be able to find anything, as jobs in Hawaii are very limited.
Yes, the grocery stores and Waikoloa hotels will hire some. But what about the college students who have majored in special fields? Where are they going to find work, when we do not have jobs for technical skills? I guess they will just have to leave the place of their birth and seek employment in states that promote jobs.
Hawaii has always been a state that has been against technical businesses. It has relied mostly on either the tourism industry, sugar, pineapple or the military for its source of income. And, as you know, most of that has died off. We do not promote industry to give our students a future in the work force.
We have empty land that could be used for technical businesses, but we do not have a government that wants to pursue companies to come here, where the weather is ideal. They are too busy indulging in their own interests. We have the students who want to excel, but we have nothing to make that happen.
So what do we do? Must we send our children to the mainland in the hope that they can find work in their field of achievements? I do not know, and I hope someone can tell me.
John Gallipeau
Honomu
Campaign dread
Judging from the campaign signs littering the landscape all over Hilo, political season is — unfortunately — upon us.
Anyone else feel a sense of defeat and pessimism when you see the same faces and names, over and over again, year after year?
A. Yamamoto
Hilo
Minivan angel
My two dogs got loose last week during construction on my property and wandered onto the highway in Pepeekeo. I spent a frantic 12 hours driving through the neighborhoods and searching the highway shoulders for two lumps, which would surely be their dead bodies.
The next day, I got a call from the Humane Society that a lady had brought them in and didn’t leave her name. While picking them up, I saw all of the sad but hopeful fliers on the bulletin board seeking return of lost pets, and I knew how lucky Buddy, Ginger and I were that an angel in a minivan took the risk and time to save them.
In thanks, I hope to pay it forward one day to save someone else’s pet. I don’t know who you are my friend, but I will never forget.
Peter Kubota
Hilo