Uncle Gator's Kiawah Adventures

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, ...

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 ...