6 knows that all of you will think that he is cheap, but
what the heck is going on with the prices down there on the island? It seems as
if every year they increase by 20% and as 8 likes to point out the number of
people increase by that same amount. Is it any better today than it was 20
years ago when 4 / 4A and 8 would make the annual trip? There a two ways that
we can really reduce the price of rent on the island first: we should elect
Bernie Sanders the president of Kiawah Island and he can tax all of the rich
people and give discounted rent to all of the people who come to visit. We all
could go there for free! 6 read an article about his policies that is very
fitting for the island. A person was going out to play golf, he went into the
pro shop to purchase a ball marker, the pro told him that it was going to be $1.00,
so the golfer gave him the dollar, and the pro handed him a dime. The second
way is for 7, to stop talking about his house over there on Eugenia drive and break
open that wallet of his brush off the cobwebs and buy it!
Has anyone ever noticed how much we take things for granted
until it is not there? For example what is the first thing you do every day
when you awaken (assuming that it is still dark out) you turn on the light,
next you turn on the water, what happens if you don’t have power or water… you
are in for a long day. This has caused 6 to think about how over time, he has
taken for granted so many things. Be it physical, emotional, relationships,
spiritual, or environmental, they are tied together. The next time we all head
out on vacation stop and think about how all this is integrated. Let’s start
with a typical day on Kiawah. On about 5:30 AM 6 steps out of bed turns on the
bedroom light looks out the window and can’t help but wonder why there are no
other lights on in the other villa’s then makes his way to the Ferguson,
turning on several lights along the way, flushes several times, then goes back
to the bedroom and unplug all of his electric devices: phone, IPod, IPod touch,
watch, beach camera, and portable speaker. Then takes the bathing suit, shorts
and sin blocking long sleeve beach shirt he wore the day before and fires up
the washing machine throws them in so he will be prepared for another day at
the beach. He then goes down stairs to make himself a cup of joe, but noticed
that it was a little warm in the condo, so cranks up the A/C after all the
current temp of 65 is a little warm, he proceeds to turn it down to 60. He then
turns on the TV to catch a little bit of the news and comes to find out that he
was feeling a little cool sitting on the Barco lounger. What to do, Oh that is
easy, open the patio door and let in some heat! By this point the joe is done
so he grabs himself a nice cup and heads out to the deck to see if the world
has awaken yet. As you might expect all that is around at 5:45 AM are a few
gators, and the deer feeding on the berries around the pond. The problem with
the deer is as soon as the hear the door slide open they pause there morning
snack take one look at me and they are gone like the wind. The gator on the
other hand opens one of his eyes as he waits for me to fall from the deck and
have a quick meal, but to his dismay 6 sees the sun start to peer on the
horizon, and make a decision that it is time to dump his coffee out, landing on
the gator, cause him to lumber back in the pond to await 6 to making a serious
mistake. It is now time to head to the beach and watch the sun raise over the
ocean, only one problem with that in Kiawah it don’t raise over the ocean it
comes up over the Sanctuary! As one approaches the beach the first you feel the
warm ocean breeze with the welcoming sent of salt in the air, at about the time
you hit the sand the sound of the waves and the smell of the ocean air is
replaced by the sound of diesel engines and the smell of fresh diesel smoke
from Forest Gump’s fleet of shrimp boats. As one starts walking up the beach
into the sun, the shadows of the remnants of the crowds of people on the beach
begin to appear, as beach chairs, balls, bottles, glasses that the wonderful
considerate people left on the beach from the prior nights activities. As one
approaches the almighty sanctuary, the chair guys have their 4 wheelers out
pulling loads of beach chairs, tables and umbrellas for the select class that
will spend the day lounging in the lap of luxury. While you weave your way thru
that mess so that one can get the free cup of coffee that will act as the
jumpstart of his day, you can feel the immense power of that building, the pool
is over flowing, each window of the building is covered with fog because of the
temp difference between the outside and the comfort that the sanctuary people
live, empty water bottles, have drank martini glass line the walk way to
paradise. As one walks from the lobby to the front entrance you notice the
fleet of limo’s parked there with their engines running waiting for their passengers
to arrive and take them to the day’s activities. By now you are all wondering
why 6 is rambling so much, well it is for two reasons, first we really are not
grateful for the wonders which have been bestowed on us (physical, emotional,
relationships, spiritual, or environmental) and second 6 was not there but can
only imagine what it was like on that island prior to the sanctuary and all of
those house over there on Eugenia drive.
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