
The gate to Karl Aguila’s home glows in the late afternoon sun, with Mt. Talinis on the horizon.

The gate to Karl Aguila’s home glows in the late afternoon sun, with Mt. Talinis on the horizon.

WE WERE on the road in Hawaii a few years ago, enjoying the scenery, when I spotted this clump of deep red earth against the greenery and a long shrouded box beside it. Was someone about to be buried there, or was I just imagining the kind of pleasant passing we all hope for?