Where'd he go now?

The sorrowful moaning of the foghorns woke us this morning early. It was cool yesterday but overnight a front came in, a warm one and with it the sea fog. I thought I heard the Cedar Island ferry leaving early but then thought better of it considering the conditions. I came to work as usual and normally by ten or so Philip and I touch base. He asks whether I have bank or mail to go and we just talk for awhile. About 11:30 I realized , with Jaren's help, that I hadn't heard from him so I called his cell phone and left a message. About an hour later I got a call from him " somewhere" about to get off at an exit on his way to see Lou Ann in Indiana. "I woke up at 5" he said, and thought, "I could leave this morning!" And so he did. I gave him the devil, of course, for not leaving me a note or something but I'm really thrilled that he can just take off when he wants and not worry about Village Craftsmen. He's earned it. And after all, Frank and I did have a wonderful month in Aruba........



Our latest Ocracoke Newsletter is a reprint of the eulogy given at the funeral service for island native Muzel Bryant who died in February at the age of 103. You can read it here.