Recently we moved from one valley in back of Waikiki to another, Palolo to Manoa. Palolo is mangoes and avocados and plumeria, plus wild pigs way back in the steep hills. So far Manoa is winds whooshing down the canyon to the sea, rain driven sideways … and rainbows. It is softer, smaller, quieter, more of a neighborhood. It lets me sing with even greater vigor and proximity to its inspiration a song penned by a friend of mine, Hector Venegas, “Hawaiian Lullaby.” It opens with what has become my anthem, my touchstone as I infrequently ponder moving, my battle cry: “Where I live, there are rainbows.” Amen, and mahalo, Manoa.