Deep edge

At times 6 really has to wonder if the world is not just passing me by, and the worst think is 6 just thinks he may not even care. The other night 6 was sitting comfortably on his fine lounge chair, listing to a summer storm , watching black and white TV shows. Soon 6 was transported to a similar summer eve in North Carolina. Andy and Barn were relaxing on the front porch watching Opie catching a baseball, while Aunt Bee was getting the apple pie topped with a dollop of ice cream. Yes there ware problems back them, 6 is sure that Otis was getting a snoot full, and Ernest T was running thru the town throwing rock thru window, but things were simpler back then. Life was centered on Family, religion, and finally achieving the American dream.. in other words Baseball, hot dogs and apple pie. Today things are centered on Individuals, Political correctness, and tech. in other words cell phones, trans fat and designer coffee.  Lets us take a look at the beach then and now..

The physical beach is the same, water, sand, sun and wind … but there it stops!   Today we are constantly made aware on the environment, although it makes me ask the question? Is it just part of the PC (political correctness), Or do we really want what is good for America.  Today we live in a consumer driven  society, back in the day our coolers were picnic baskets made from wood or if you were poor fabric and a few small nails, today we have coolers made from plastic and super glue. In those baskets we would pack some fruit, PBJ’s wrapped in paper, and popcorn and if you were really lucky brownies with walnuts or peanut butter cookies. Today  in the plastic coolers we pack: fruit roll-ups and assortment of Panini’s in plastic zip lock bags, tortilla chips   and pastries. Don’t get me wrong the modern cooler has advantages for example you can put your juice boxes,  bottled water and liter bottle of pop (what the heck is a liter any way this is America)  on top of the ice to keep them cold. In the old days you had to carry a separate thermos filled with god forbid tap water, or maybe some hand stirred lemon or cool aid. At the end of the day, here is what you have: now day’s coolers, wet Panini’s from the ice melt, used plastic bags, non-biodegradable waste from the fruit roll-ups and juice boxes, empty plastic water bottles and a nice crop of mold growing in the bottom of your cooler. Not to mention you have to carry that thing back to your condo. Old day coolers, waxed paper from the PBJ’s (you do run the possibility of the PBJ’s getting wet if you have a dog) , some apple cores, and banana skins and an empty thermos. While back at the old homestead you house is set at a comfortable 68 degrees. Why do you really think that Andy and barn are sitting on the front porch?  Now tell me about the carbon foot print! I really have to wonder if the earth is getting warmer, or is it that we are so used to being in the A/C all day that it just seems warmer?  6 can say one good thing about our new environmental society; it will keep me employed as the beach garbage man OH excuses me, trash hauler. How about beach umbrellas, back in the day they were just like the ones that they rent on the beach, wooden pole with a canvas cover, today they have flexible carbon fiber polls, and high tech 190T polyester .. What is the purpose of the umbrella.. sun protection… you are at the beach!. Carbon foot print! How about privacy Back in the day all you had to worry about was someone steeling you mail out of your mail box, or someone listing in on your party line (on your phone), Oh wait this is about the beach you did not have a phone, or facebook, the only thing you had to concern yourself with was if you were doing something inappropriate under your towel and the wind blew it away! Today at the beach, everyone has a cell phone with a camera, the phone has to be within reach at all times, or even the beach cam… but what really got me going on this topic was the idiot flying the drone on the beach! Don’t get me wrong progress is a good thing, when used for the good of society, but it is a bad thing when used for the entertainment and advancement of yourself.  Our country was founded on Christian values and service of others, not self serving “isms”.

Words of wisdom:  Wisdom defines you, you do not define wisdom.

KIA: Al and Peg are welcomed by town board!

If you remember from last week in the Kiawah news there were two articles that I did not go into any detail on I was just saving them for this week…

It all started out on Monday afternoon, 6 did not perform his usual stellar job protecting the real estate around us, thus allowing four or five teenage girls (71 believed them to be a little older she noticed them vabeing , she concluded that at least they were 18, minors do not drink either ) spread their towels,  ran like the wind,  past lake Bundy and went off in to the wild blue ocean. (BTW 6 will not mention the shark attacks in NC). It was about this time that 4 decided she needed an ice tea refill, so back to the condo she headed. Note to self..Countless, innumerous, multitudinous   trips were made all because 7 would not pack a cooler.  Let’s see…7 flew southwest free baggage? Or was it he had no room? None of the above, for he had ample space to return home with a nice orange towel, that the girls left on the beach. As 4 made the turn on the boardwalk she was confronted with a family walking towards the beach. She stopped in her tracks, could it be the first sighting of a celebrity family, was there was no room to pass, or is she just a polite person? It was all three!  Bud was the first person to pass, he was tote’n  4 chairs and two umbrellas, next came Al, he had  the cooler, that could be why 7 refused to bring one, for this was no ordinary cooler, it was massive, it would have fit the shark the 52 caught a few years earler. Following Al was Kelly who had a towel. There was a break in the action for off in the vast distance 4 spotted Peg, she was balancing several bags and she was covered with inner tubes.. Picture this the Michelin man, not in white, but in colors: Purple haze, all in my brain, Lately things they don't seem the same,  Actin' funny, but I don't know why, Excuse me while I kiss the sky… purple, green, blue  Peg was covered in tubes from her neck to her tiny  colored toes!  Her little arms were sticking out as she held on for dear life to several beach bags, and one mystery bag. By this time 4 was either feeling sorry for Peg, or she was tired of waiting, because she walked up the boardwalk and took the beach bags out of her hands (Peg would not let her have the mystery bag ) and carried them to the beach. It was at this point when Peg dropped her inner tubes, and exposed….. Having the moral fiber 6 has…. well you are going to have to ask 7 to tell you what was under the purple haze.. and thanked 4 for her help and  dubbed 4 her girlfriend, the relationship just grew as the week progressed. The Bundy’s promptly began setting up camp, right in front of us, at the top of the mound of Lake Bundy. The umbrella went up first, actually that was not much of a hindrance, for they only placed it 3 feet off the ground, for its only use was to cover the cooler. The chairs were then lined up in perfect symmetry, to the four empty towels, only at this time were they prepared, seat themselves and begin their day at the beach.  It was about this time that the girls returned to their towels only to sit down in disbelief was it because they were the Bundy’s or was it that they were with-in inches of their towels.   Either way they sat there for several minutes not facing the ocean, but facing the Bundy’s. As with normal beach etiquette, when people sit down the entertainment is normally over, but not this time, after all the Bundy’s did not have number one TV show for decades for nothing! It was now feeding time at the zoo. Peg reached over and opened the cooler, reached in and pulled out the samwiches. Damm they looked good, bologna and cheese on wonder bread, accented with a little sand and a hint of sun block. It was if she was conducting a symphony she passed one to Al with one hand as reach reached for another, their hands were never empty, for as the samwiches were passed,  bottles of Milwaukee’s best  followed and the crescendo was fo-doritos.  Back to the mystery bag, that Peg would not let her girl friend touch, with the cold beer in her cup holder, the samwich  hangin out of her mouth, and a lap full of fodoritos, she reached into the bag, pulled out a sliver thermos took the samwich out of her moth and took a big swig  then passed it over to Al.   Feedin time was soon over and it was now time to relax and catch some rays, each of them reclined their chairs, Peg reached one last time into the cooler, pulled out a box of Bon-Bon’s opened her Mac book and began watching Opra, Al put his hand inside his swim trunks, Kelly well?? And Bud did the unthinkable the hole beach was soon filled rock sounds from the 70’s and 80’s… mind you not the good stuff, but “songs” that you heard played on KQV on your old 9V transistor radio (Aerosmith, AC/DC, Boston, Eagles, Foreigner, Journey, KISS, Queen,  Styx need 6 continue? . With one difference, it was now digital, Bud also had a big Bluetooth speaker, and did this improve the quality of the music? 6 will let you be the judge…it went over about as well as someone with gas on a crowed elevator, resulting in a traffic jam on the boardwalk!   The poor souls that remained, sat back with smirks on their faces, made comments and were downright entertained. AS with anything the fun at some point it has to end, for they began to clean up,  it was at this point where 7 notice that both Al and Peg had matching tramp stamps! Just think this was only Monday! I could go on forever, but like 6 said it must end. It has been 6 intentions that this blog be interactive, SO for the detail… such as how did 7 notice the tramp stamps, and what happened when Peg dropped all of the inner tubes, , what did 71 think about 7 taking  the orange beach towel,  the other various tattoo’s ! One must ask 7

Words of wisdom: peoples actions are based on their past experiences that is why it is imperative that we learn as much as possible. For we are not meant to judge, and since we have not experienced everything how can we judge?

Lake Bundy

Kiawah in the spring!

Oh the beach time! The sky was as blue as topaz, the vegetation as green as Tsavorite garnet the air as clear as a multi-faceted diamond. The sun unabated sat low in the sky not allowing for the harsh burning piercing rays that turn the sand into hot coals, and your skin into a burning mass… In other words you suckers missed a great week!

As all of you know 6 is on constant look out for news from the islands. In my research I found three interesting articles: first was titled “The Bundy’s head south for vacation” , and second” 4 gets a Girl Friend”, and third “The return of the turtle killers”.

In my past posts, you-all remember the turtle killers, if not go no further with this post, and go back and edamacate yourselves! For those who imagine themselves to have the same intellectual ability as myself read on! When 6 arrived at the beach on Saturday night, his keen intellect noticed that there was something different on the beach. Upon exiting the boardwalk all was normal, after walking about 30 yards, 6 noticed that he was walking up a slight incline followed by a steep fall off into water that was 3-4 feet deep, but he still was not in the surf.  What in the heck happened? Was there a monster storm? A sink hole.. was I about to be consumed by a sea serpent?  Did the jellies build a holding tank so that they could multiply to be ready for the return of 5? Did nature provide a safer port-a-john? 6 has no idea what happened, until the next day when he saw the article tiled the “return of the turtle killers”. As the story goes a group of families all graduates of Hillbilly U decided to beat the oppressive heat of the summer and come to Kiawah early this year, set up their tents, and being equipped with diggin stuff “shovels to you and I” spent the prior week digging in the sand! At first the beach patrol was going to stop them from destroying the majesty of the beach, but with extreme pressure and influence from the KIA “Kiawah Island Association”  they were told to stand down, for the following week the island was expecting a very special family from the Chicago area. The family had already loaded up the dodge provided plenty of food for buck, and was making a bee line for South Carolina. To honor this family KIA they named the new lake “Lake Bundy”! I bet you were all thinking the lake was going to be called Griswold Lake!  That makes 6 do a little thinking, tow of the best families in the world hail from Chicago..

Words of wisdom: One can never be wrong, if you are doing the right thing.