At least one English person learned to boogie board at Sullivan's Island. That would be Felix, Kate and Phil Shrewsday's son.
We sat in a sandstorm, at the mouth of Charleston Harbor, and we watched Felix and Cayleigh ride waves, while pelicans fished in the background. Morris Island Lighthouse rode the surf in the distance, the eroded site of the movie "Glory."
It all started with Poe. Edgar Allan, to be exact.
We stood with the Shrewsdays at Fort Moultrie on Sullivan's Island, a fort where American rebels first repelled the British Royal Navy at the start of the American Revolution. It was a crude sight. Crosshatched palmetto logs and sand.
But those logs were sponges to cannonballs. Fort Moultrie was impenetrable.
A quick post, Dear Reader. I'm almost to the end of my final memoir revision.
And I need your help.
My favorite thing about writing is bringing people together. I love it when people read something and reach out to meet me. But I also love building communities of people who like to interact with each other. It's work, and I don't always feel like I do the best job these days, but I made up for it on Saturday night.
MTM and I threw a party for Kate Shrewsday and her family. It was an opportunity for Kate to meet some readers who found her writing through mine. She also got to meet other people with whom she's interacted on my site.
I meant to take pictures, pictures, pictures of our visit with the Shrewsdays. Really, I did.
But after spending two solid weeks looking at screens, I decided to give myself a little break. Sort of. After all, I was sweating from every pore in the 108 degree heat index on Saturday, the day MTM planned to take the Shrewsdays on the Mayors Institute Walking Tour of Charleston. And, because Kate is Kate, he wanted to give her the FULL tour, not the highlights dignitaries often request because they can't walk far.