If you grew up in Hawaii, then chances are that you have very fond memories of the manapua man. Every neighborhood had its own manapua man. They were ubiquitous when I was a kid. My manapua man would drive through my neighborhood at least five times a day, from morning until late into the evening. I can still remember the manapua man that drove his white van through my neighborhood in Ewa. He was an old Chinese man, with a full head of white hair. He always wore a button up shirt.