"Anne, my wife of 22 years, was not sure she would be able to sleep in the tiny cabin on our Drascombe Coaster. She said so many times, so I bribed her with a trip to the Lodge at Little Saint Simons Island. We arrived at Darien, Georgia on Friday 10/18/02 at sunset, ate too salty shrimp at Archies and launched by street light and moonlight between shrimp boats at the public ramp. I moved the car and bought ice while Anne stayed with the boat. Darien had a sleepy, rich character that night. The convenience store crowd was a window into the neighborhood. The tabby ruins on the waterfront looked ancient in the half-light. A man with an incredible Gullah accent asked Anne, “was she all right”, said, “holler if she needed anything”; demonstrated how to holler, and then went to sleep in a shrimp boat. Cats prowled around the boat ramp."
(Submitted by Noel Sun Sep 12, 2004 )
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