This morning, as I pulled on my 10 year old T-shirt, my flannel shirt with missing buttons & a rip down the front (how and when did I do that?), and my stained shoes with the frayed laces I thought of Don Wood, eccentric island resident who died several years ago. One of his family members commented once that Don was creative with ugly things. Don explained to me that he almost always painted new items (boat motors, bicycles, etc.) a nondescript brown color so no one would be tempted to walk off with them. He was totally unpretentious. Don generally wore soiled old coveralls (he was always involved in some project involving ropes, scrap lumber, or oil). He might be living in his house (power tools shared space with sofas and chairs in his living room), a school bus (often loaded with "stuff"), or out in the sound in his self-built houseboat.
Don, and individuals like him, give me one more reason to enjoy calling Ocracoke home. They add spice to life...and, as I go about my business today, I know that no one will care that my shirt is ripped, or my shoes are stained.
Our latest Ocracoke Newsletter is Lou Ann's story of participating in the 2008 Christmas Bird Count on Portsmouth Island. You can read it here.
To read about Philip's new book, Digging up Uncle Evans, History, Ghost Tales, & Stories from Ocracoke Island, please click here.