"Looks like you need something to relieve your stress and tension," a neighbor hollered out facetiously as he passed by in front of my house last night.
I was lying on my porch swing, bare feet propped up on the chain, absorbed in an article in the New Yorker. The sun had set and the bright moonlight was casting surreal shadows across the drive. It took me a moment to respond.
"Maybe I should take a vacation to a remote island and get away from this rat race," was all I could manage to say before he disappeared down the lane.
[Our current monthly Ocracoke Newsletter is the story of the Old Toothbrush Man, published August 01, 2005. You can read it here: http://www.villagecraftsmen.com/news080105.htm.]