Uncle Gator's Kiawah Adventures

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Is Kiawah really a SPA

There is a consistent thing that one can count on when one goes on FFV…. Temps in the 90’s with humidity to match. Is there any form of logic, that one could derive that would explain why would anyone in their right mind, would afford themselves a week of vacation, by going to a place where interventions are required to see clearly. Let us start with any normal 24-hour period on FVV, or in other words a day in the life of 6 . Woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head, stumble around searching for some short pants and a shirt, grab the beach cam, shades and trusty Pitt ball cap. Quietly close the front door, then getting hit in the face with air that is so thick one could cut it with a knife. Shades instantly obscured, can’t see a darn thing, stumble around looking for 6’s thongs (guess that is aging me, they are now called flipflops… WELLLL excuse me!) looking up noticed 6 was l...

We do talk a lot about peace.

Over time, situations change but then again, do they? One time back in the day, a young 6 was sitting on the beach, contemplating life, 6 noticed a nice young couple walking down the boardwalk and entering the beach. The young man sat down on the boardwalk between the dunes in an attempt to reduce the wind, and fired up! They we dressed in cutoff jeans, and matching tie-dyed shirts with a Peace sign, the young man had his hair pulled back in a pony tail, with his tattered leather cowboy hat. They also both had matching light blue tinted Windsor glasses. As they passed the doobie, back and forth to each other while drinking a nice cup of coffee. They approached us saying Peace, and asking if we would like a hit of their doobie, or Ripple (old time Rex) ….. Fast forward to this year! As one may expect, once again 6 was sitting on the beach, this time with 7 & 8. Absent, was the rest of the vacationers, for there happened to be a few raindrops, accompanied by a breathtaking light...

Can’t get it out of my head!

No matter how you picture yourself: on boat on a river, a shrimp boat in an ocean, a frog on a lily pad, or even a slug in a beach chair, there comes a time where the reality of life comes into focus. One wakes up every morning performs the same routine, from getting ready to go to perform a vocation for success or sustainment of status, does it really matter? Over those long hard days does anything really change? We go from a point of having the Lion (tiger) by the tail, to the Lion having our tail, to pondering the Lion? The reality is truly understanding your Lion. The path is long and winding, but if one understands the lion in their being, somehow the road becomes straightforward and controllable. Take time to understand, and one will smile again. After all, the sun is up the sky is blue and it is beautiful, and so are you! Then the bus will come and take you away. Nobody told 6 here would be days like these, Stange days indeed ...

July 4th.. Independance Day

As 6 sits back and watches the sun fall behind him, as the waves continue to break as the sand on the beach slowly cools after a long day at the beach. There is one thing that is very noticeable, may people be frolicking on the beach all decked out in red white and blue garb. Yes, you guessed it, it is 4 th of July eve! You know 6 is wondering what those people are going to ware on the 4 th , if they all have red white and blue on today? Something tells me they might have to give out clothes pins at Night Harron Park for the fireworks on the 4 th ! 6 has been involved in conversations with people who can recall events from when the were 2-3 years old, and 6 says ‘Hog wash” with 6’s superior astuteness, can only remember back to approximately 6 years of age….Hummmm does that mean 1 can remember back to age 1? Interesting thought to ponder? That means 61,62 and 63, will not have any memories for another couple of decades! Anyway, 6 can remember a July 4 th from decades ...

The joys of being young!

There is one thing 6 resolutely believes, that there is no one wants to admit to their age. That makes no sense, for with age comes maturity and wisdom. In most cultures age, represents respect, in our culture age represents a drain on society. Back in the day, when 6 was a growing fella, it was rumored that with age came astuteness, so one listened to those little nuggets spewed by our elders. What ever happened to that? Early one Saturday morning, 5 and 6 stuffed our belongings, behind the front seats of the 1960’s something Volkswagen Karmin Gia! Our next stop, other than for gas, was the legendary Atlantic City NJ, or for the younger ones of us… the Jersey shore! Somehow 5 was able to reserve some accommodations for the two of us purportedly adjacent to the beach. Before one know it, “low and Behold” one could see the Atlantic Ocean off in the distance, Oh what a feeling! We pulled off of the highway into a visitors’ center, where we promptly picked up a free map of the city, ...

Advertising, and big dollars buck!

The other day, while 6 was “out and about” at the local pool, it became painfully obvious that the same classic techniques would need to be deployed to find a place to sit these old bones. Yes, 6 knows that this is a recognizable antidote, butttttt, the pool offers a few new challenges. First the differences; no sand, no Shibumi’s (but then again that might be an idea, given Shibumi new product line), no tide changes, no waves. Now the similarities; “more people than one can shake a stick at”, burning your feet on the concrete deck, just like on the sand, people using the age-old trick of putting a towel on a couple of chairs under the umbrella, and leaving (just like a dog marking their space), and finally the best of all leaving their trash. 6 spotted two empty chairs for the 4 of us to share. After a couple of hours, 6 was able to abscond, a couple chairs and an umbrella. As one may expect, just like on the beach, people are people, and just like society only ...