tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post8007228751785962132..comments2024-03-28T17:33:32.921-04:00Comments on Ocracoke Island Journal: Those Little Cat FeetPhiliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-40311008618328420682007-12-15T00:51:00.000-05:002007-12-15T00:51:00.000-05:00New Years eve...midnight. Went out for boiled shri...New Years eve...midnight. Went out for boiled shrimp & Guinness.<BR/>Misty, cool, ran into Joanie at the Pub, and ended up at Springers Point. Memorable, to say the least.<BR/><BR/>Ocracoke is in my blood...and best after dark. The nights are too short.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-63796329226488850602007-12-13T10:02:00.000-05:002007-12-13T10:02:00.000-05:00Oh no! No flashlight. Didn't want to ruin the ex...Oh no! No flashlight. Didn't want to ruin the experience!Philiphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-78285139884999513422007-12-13T06:55:00.000-05:002007-12-13T06:55:00.000-05:00good heavens did you at least carry a flashlig...good heavens did you at least carry a flashlight -- shiver me timbers your story did i can barely type this noteAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-22854823426745274062007-12-12T10:42:00.000-05:002007-12-12T10:42:00.000-05:00Thanks for the memories, Philip... my favorite tim...Thanks for the memories, Philip... my favorite times on Ocracoke are late night walks on quiet lanes. The fog gives a protective layer, and you can hear the ocean breathing all around you.<BR/><BR/>It's then you mentally make yourself a satellite and look down at the tiny blip of an island and feel vulnerable yet protected.<BR/>I miss the island.<BR/><BR/>I can feel the mist on my face now...<BR/>S DowneyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com