I met JK 19 years ago when he hired me as a green archaeology grad student. I walked into Joe's Pupukea mountain lair and never forgot it. It was filled with Tongan princesses, scoundrels and the tellers of tall tales. Joe was a model to me and others about how to live one's life filled with excitement, curiosity, compassion and friendship. You will be missed by so many!

Met Joe on the Lapakahi dig1970. We all bunked in an RV that started heaving in the night because Joe,asleep, remembered some story I'd told and started laughing. For me and the other ladies he executed the famous dive resulting in crushed fingertip immortalized in Kenny operation videotaped in the Pink Palace. Fast friends from Lapakahi till two weeks before he died. ILove you, Joe--Vicki

I knew Joe for 40 years and he was one of a kind. He was an Irish poet, a beacon that attracted many other friends. He could entertain a whole room with witty stories about life and irony. He had an enthusiasm for life that pulled the rest of us along.

Kenny

I met Joe through Kent Davenport. I had heard the stories and I knew this was someone I had to meet! In June '87 I went to Afghanistan and Joe asked me to bring him back a present. It ended up being the muzzle cover for a stinger anti-aircraft rocket which Joe made an ashtray. I was very proud knowing I came up with a gift that he appreciated. He will forever have a place in my heart.

We were sweethearts back in the 70s, sharing the Rabbit Hutch (a screened room under an old house in Manoa Valley), Nikito (our one-green and one-blue eyed cat), and the love of baseball (we played for Spamʻs Lanai). We were looking forward to becoming Pupukea neighbors when retirement comes along in a few years. So many delightful and loving memories--he will always be in my heart.