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Also another article in the series mentions the Dunhams moving from “a large house on Kamehameha... to the apartment at 1617 S. Beretania St, located on the 10th floor of the 12 story building.” That pops a hole in David’s theory that the 6085 Kalanianaole Hwy address was the Dunham’s as Obama hmself mentions only two homes for his grandparents besides the apartment and we know from a previous article that they had lived in “a modest wooden house on University Ave near Kamanele Park”. Maybe the house on University Ave was the first home they lived in which they sold before Ann came back from Washington, buying the larger home on Kamehameha Ave so Ann and Obama could live with them?

It should be relatively simple for someone in Hawaii to lay to rest the issue of who owned the reported address on August 2, 1961 - who had record title? It would also be helpful to have names and addresses of persons who owned adjoining or neighborhood properties because you might be able to run down a person who knew and remembered what had really happened.

Obviously, my theory is that Ann did not live there until well after August 4, 1961 if at all.

At present, it looks increasingly like the legal side of this issue may not get to the point of a justiciable (actual case or controversy involving a real legal issue with parties who have standing to raise it) legal action for some time. But continued evaluation of the facts is helpful because when the issue does get to the table, they will be important.

Maybe the only remedy will be President Biden or President Palin.

Sung to the tune of Oh! Susanna, don’t you cry for me.

“Oh, no Bama, please don’t lie to me... for I’m off to Free Republic with a banjo on my knee.”

I come from Minnesota with my banjo on my knee;
I’m goin’ to Free Republic my true love for to see.
It rained all night the day I left,
the weather it was dry;
The sun so hot I froze to death,
Obama don’t you lie.

Oh! No Bama, don’t you lie to me;
I come from Minnesota,
with my banjo on my knee.

I had a dream the other night,
When everything was still;
I thought I saw Obama dear,
A-coming down the hill.
The smearing lie was in Duluth,
The tear was in his eye,
Said I, I’m coming for the truth
Obama don’t you lie.

Oh! No Bama, don’t you lie to me;
I’m off to Free Republic,
with my banjo on my knee.

I soon will be in Hawaii,
And then I’ll look all ‘round,
And when I find his birth record,
I’ll fall upon the ground.
But if I do not find it,
This Freeper’ll surely die,
And when I’m dead and buried,
Obama don’t you lie.

Oh! No Bama, don’t you cry for me;
I’m off to Free Republic with a banjo on my knee