Last Friday, when the thermometer hovered near 80 degrees, I took advantage of the warm sunshine and went on a little photo spree starting at a dock down Redart.
Before I arrived at this dock, I had pulled over on the side of the road about a quarter mile away to take pictures. I've been down here enough to know this particular dock is plastered with No Trespassing signs. And who am I to argue with a sign, or at least so many signs?
(I might put up a little argument with one sign. But when the signs outnumber me and start giving me the hairy eyeball, I tend to back down. There's nothing worse than the hairy eyeball. Where did that phrase come from anyway?)
Back to the topic at hand, in the car I hopped and drove slowly towards the multitude of No Trespassing signs that started to snicker the closer I came. As I approached the dock, a man crossed the road in front of me. Rolling down my window, I explained that I just wanted to take some pictures of the boats.
"Well. I wondered what you were doin'," he said.
He had seen me a quarter of a mile away pulled over on the side of the road.
Desperately trying to get a picture legally.
After we went through the Mathews Checklist of Sizing Up a Stranger (which includes discussion of family, length of time in the county, exact location of residence, what you do for a living, the maiden name of your maternal grandmother, and at least one bit of evidence over and above all that which puts the other party at ease once and for all), we launched into a discussion about these boats and about the gentleman himself.
He's still trying to eke a meager existence out of the water. A little oystering and crab potting are all he's up to these days.
He's 70 years old.
It's hard enough for a younger person to survive in this fading industry. For a 70-year-old to still be at it is admirable, to say the least. Astonishing, if you want to know the truth. There's nothin' easy about workin' on the water.
Why I didn't get his picture is beyond me, although after he told me to go on down to the dock and take as many pictures as I wanted--any time I wanted--giddiness set in. So I neglected to take his picture in all my euphoria.
I plan to take him up on his generous offer again soon. So maybe next time.
Next time I'll also be taunting those haughty No Trespassing signs.
Thanks for reading. Have a great weekend.