Driving home from work on 421 on Friday I saw a guy in an Escalade get cut off by another guy in a Honda. On a scale of 1-10 in crappy driving I’d say the move was a 4, but the guy in the Escalade acted as if the other guy had stolen his man-purse. He tailgated him for a couple of miles and then pulled up next to him and made all kinds of interesting gestures. The guy in the Honda remained blissfully ignorant, or at least he did a great job ignoring the dude in the Escalade.

Eventually they both passed me and I got to see the license plate on the Escalade. It read “Am Saved.”

The only retail place I know that Celeste and I both enjoy, thus its threat to our bottom line.

The oldest giving his younger brother a serious hair cut. All that’s missing is the bowl.

St. Simon’s Island, Charleston, SC

LP Bowls at The Market in Charleston, SC

Last night we were cleaning up after dinner when Celeste’s Uncle Johnny got a call from his neighbor. The neighbor’s boat had sunk while tied to his dock and he was looking for some help. The three men and two teenage boys in the house made our way to the neighbor’s dock and found what looked like a lost cause to me.

The boat was on it’s side and all but the bow was under water. The tide was coming in and was pushing the boat under the floating dock. Lots of ideas were contributed (I, an English major was conspicuously silent), but Celeste’s cousin Ricky, an engineer, came up with a plan involving straps hooked to the dock’s pylons, Johnny’s boat, a couple of pieces of lumber and a lot of manpower.

Thankfully we were able to get the boat level and as the tide started to go out we were able to get the boat high enough in the water to start bailing out the boat and then get the bilge pump working. Four hours later we had it on a trailer in Johnny’s driveway and Ricky was working on the engine trying to get the saltwater out and WD-40 in. Keep in mind the last couple of hours of the project were done in the dark.

Pictured below is the boat on the trailer this morning.