The Magic of August Many Augusts ago, a friend and I sat sweltering on a breezeless porch staring out across a waveless ocean. He broke a long silence and proclaimed that August was “magical.” The word “magical” came out as a Spicoli-like smirking, stoned whisper...
A Trip Down Memory Lane Alone on the boat at Morris Island, I peered into the makeshift 5-gallon bucket aquarium. There I found a hermit crab, spilling out of its undersized mobile home, a moon snail shell. A month later, driving down I-95 to Aunt Aida’s surprise...
Family has Texas-Sized Fun on Folly An extended family from Texas met me at the dock. Mom, Dad, and the four grandkids had driven to Folly from Houston for spring break. Grandma and Grandpa flew in from West Texas to join them. They came from the oil fields of...
Many years ago, I saw my first roseate spoonbill in the Atchafalaya Delta, South Louisiana. I wasn’t a birder at the time. In fact, the spoonbill was pointed out to me by my mentor, Ivor. Ivor spent years researching natural processes in the Atchafalaya, including its...
Anchored in north-facing Manjack lagoon, Spartina began to roll occasionally on random ocean swells. By midnight, the rolling became regular. Swells, from tropical storm Chris off the Carolina Coast, had found us in Abaco. It was mid-July and time to leave the...
