I hope this happens to you some day. It happened to Mark Twain, I think. You know the story about Twain apparently seeing his obituary in the newspaper and then following up with his famous: "the reports of my death are greatly exaggerated."
Okay, I'll admit the first 2/3 of my vacation wasn't intended to be educational although I did learn a few things while relaxing on Tybee.
Helpful things...or at least helpful for the next time I'm near a beach.
I now know that that the sting of a jellyfish does not always cause an adverse reaction on humans, and, by watching a few very young experts, I learned how to pick them up and fling them to the beach.
Imagine this: As the Bluffton sesquicentennial launches, one Main Street retirement signals the end of that family's 125-year involvement on Main Street. Okay, in this case it's Cherry Street, but who's looking.
Is it three or four generations? We'll report back to you soon.
We aren't naming any names, but an open house from 1 to 4 p.m., Friday, June 24, at Family Dollar will reveal all you need to know.
In 1974 - that's 37 years ago for those of you trying to do the math - I went to the OHSAA state track meet in Columbus. Not to run. My own obsession with running didn't start until two years later.
