...from the 1970s:
Ocracoke was a lot quieter 45 years ago, with much less automobile traffic...and the laid-back nature of island life seemed to nurture eccentricity. One warm summer day a native islander, now deceased (I will leave it up to members of his family to identify him if they wish), decided to cool off by stripping naked and swimming across Silver Lake Harbor.
It was a refreshing swim, and several minutes later he climbed up on shore near the public docks. He immediately realized that he was too tired to swim back to where he had left his clothes, so he grabbed a seat cushion from a nearby skiff, and began walking back to the other side of the harbor. Whenever a car approached he held the seat cushion like one half of a loin cloth...in front when he saw a car coming towards him, or behind his back when he heard a vehicle coming from the other direction. In the rare times when a car approached from both directions he stopped, turned toward the harbor, and held the cushion behind him.
Many a laugh was had over this story.
Our Ocracoke Newsletter for this month is an article by Philip Howard, My Ocracoke, Living amidst 250 years of Howard family history. You can read it here: http://www.villagecraftsmen.com/news082116.htm.