As the band breaks into his theme song, Hawaiian Crooner Don Ho rides the spotlight in like a surfer on a 30-footer at Makaha. Except for a red lei ringing his powerful shoulders, he is either bare from the waist up or all in glistening white, from open velours shirt to tight jeans and stocking feet. In his left hand, he sometimes totes white ankle boots, in the right a snifter of Chivas Regal Scotch. With his tousled hair and sly brown eyes, he has the smirk of a beach bum who owns...
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