LCB and I have an ability to act normal that we don’t always use. Oh, the stories we won’t but could tell. But I will tell you that one of our occasional pastimes is to go out on the beach after dark, plop a couple of beach chairs in the sand, and watch for Running […]
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A Carolina Island Life: How It Came To Pass, Part XIV
To start with the beginning of this story, start here: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, Part X, Part XI, Part XII, and Part XIII. I thought he was joking at first. Why that house? I struggled to remember its layout and its […]
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Just Keep Digging
When I was a child, I decided to dig a tunnel to China. Tales of the endeavor’s high failure rates had reached my ears, but I reasoned this was due to a lack of tenacity and perhaps to digging too close to the earth’s hot center. So if I just kept digging, I reasoned, and […]
Being Watched?
Ever get the sense you’re being watched? After getting this sense while reading on the beach, I turned to see this guy staring at me. He would stare for anywhere from ten to thirty seconds and then, in the space of a blink, he’d disappear in his hole. Within a few minutes, however, I’d get […]