For Gene….

This event actually occurred here.   I truly believe this island is magical.    Enjoy,  especially the end..   We lost a great one this week….  Hold your breath, make a wish, count to 3….


The morning walk at mile marker 43.5 was free of wind, or so it was witnessed by several.   A casual morning walk of the acclaimed Mouse would turn into much, much more.   The trash cans were out, as they usually were the morning after a pick up, but what was about to happen was a pick up unlike any other that has been seen on this island.

The trash cans were empty, the air was still, and there were 3 lined up together as no doubt the residents probably partied like it was 1999 the weekend before.    The first one did not move, nor did the last one.   It was the one in the middle for which we dedicate this tale of magic and mystery.

As if on cue, the middle trash can was blown into the air, end over end into the August morning.   It landed on Route 12 as you knew it would, just as a semi-tractor trailer ran over it, causing the driver to slam on the brakes and look for the immediate cause of this vandalous act.

Were there witnesses to corroborate this story?  You bet there were.  In addition to the driver, there were 2 morning joggers out to beat the heat and start their vacation day with a bang.   Little did they know when they left their beach house that they would encounter an event so mystifying as to have them question the very fabric of their reality.  Perhaps next year they will stick with the Jersey Shore where it is safe.

It is said that the next 45 minutes were spent trying to wrench away the trash can from underneath the truck.  Certainly this trash can thought it found a new home.  The driver continued to look for retribution for this heinous act, as there had to be a mad early morning trash can throwing fool on the loose.  But that was not to be.

The can was retrieved, the driver went on his way delivering his goods, the joggers finished their run whilst questioning their own existence, and Mouse was walked to completion back on Park Rd., oblivious to the miracle she had just witnessed.

What is to be made of this?   Is there a secret wind tunnel vortex that exists at Mile Marker 43.5?    Is this a portal to another existence, where the seafood tastes better and the tourists all take the bypass inland to Myrtle Beach?   Is this another mode of transportation a.k.a the railroad to Hogwarts?   This would explain how Mick can go to Canada and back for months at a time without appearing to have aged a day.   Is Mouse really a dog?  Could she be a 65 year old alien that frequents this plane only to rule the humans and beg for biscuits?

Certainly this bears a further investigation.  Could we have stumbled across the greatest discovery of mankind since they invented the crème filled donut?   Or have we found a gateway to another dimension where time slows down, even if the speeding cars passing the Pea Island Art Gallery do not?

The easiest thing to do here is to laugh it off as a mere figment of imagination, but that would be a mistake.   There is more to this story, and the Nook intends to get to the bottom of it.    Let it be no mistake that the passing of a legend this week may hold the answer to the riddle.    We will let Gene take it from here.  More to come…..

gene wilder

Come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination

Take a look and you’ll see into your imagination

We’ll begin with a spin traveling in the world of my creation

What we’ll see will defy explanation

If you want to view paradise simply look around and view it

Anything you want to, do it

Want to change the world?

There’s nothing to it

There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination

Living there you’ll be free if you truly wish to be

Little Joe

Every once in a while someone drops into your life and makes you do a double take.   Sometimes you do not realize it is happening until the future when you look back and say, “Who was that?”

Yesterday Angel and I got to see it while it was happening.  We took one look at each other and knew it the moment it started.   Let me explain….

We had a special Saturday afternoon where we were all off from work at the same time,  and made the trip down to the beach.  Saturday afternoons are great times for the beach here as most tourists are either traveling home or just getting here but cannot check into their vacation homes.    This usually makes the beaches quite empty and magical.   Yesterday was one of those days.   In the midst of enjoying ourselves,   up walked Little Joe.

His family’s beach camp must have been a few hundred yards away,  but this little boy with long curly blond hair just walked over from where they were straight up to us.  What did he want?    Someone to play with in the ocean.  That simple.  No introductions, no idle chit chat, we just started letting the waves chase us up and down the beach, and Little Joe would plop down in the water with one of the brightest smiles any kid can give you.    I found out only 2 things about him during this time.    His name was Little Joe and he was 5 years old.   That is all I needed to know.   Being at the beach can make kids of us all,  but seeing one playing in waves with such innocent joy is something Angel and I will never forget.   I remember we looked at each other but never said a word, knowing we both were thinking “Can you believe this is happening?”

I know many kids today are taught not to walk up to strangers, and I get it.   Eventually his Dad walked over to us and said he hoped he was not too much trouble.   I tried to tell him what a special son he had and I could tell he already knew.   He was a nice man and he told me this was only the 2nd time his son had seen the ocean.   I played with him for about 15 minutes,  but as I told Angel,  I would have run around in waves with him for hours if he wanted to.

I bet most of us can remember the first time we saw the ocean.   It is a magical event we never forget.    Meeting Little Joe reminded me of that yesterday.   Seeing the world through the eyes of a child is something we should all try to keep hold of,  no matter how old we get.

Thank you Little Joe,  and keep playing in those waves….

Ocean waves breaking on the beach, Sandy Beach Park, Oahu, Hawaii, USA