Category: Myrtle Beach
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The Glow of the Past
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I love the sounds of words, probably the first reason I became a writer. Later I added the hope of causing folks to laugh and cry reading stories that…
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Poem of Colored Lights
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Christmas comes as a regular visit From a magical being in a red suit. A large, white-bearded man Driving a vehicle meant to go in snow, Pulled through space and…
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Tantalizing Petesy
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Petesy liked a small rod, easy to manage close to the pier. He lowered the bait to just above the water. Then he swung the baited hooks above the ocean,…
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Striking a Chord
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The first intimations we got of the atmosphere in beer joints and nightclubs came around make-do dance floors at school. One night in the basketball gym, at a “sock hop”…
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Goot Knew
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The main thing that kept us boys in line at school was the threat of corporeal punishment. Any man old enough to remember when it was legal for school teachers…
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Thanksgiving Rhyme for the Road
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I remember having Thanksgiving dinner. Once at a bus station lunch counter. The turkey breast Tasted like tennis shoe rubber. The gray, coagulated Giblet gravy was stiff as jello. The…
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S.O.S. Origins
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Gene Laughter, an ex-lifeguard from the Fifties—nicknamed “Swink,” was a mischievous and creative man. He used to entertain his family on summer vacations by writing notes and putting them into…
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Hard-Core Cadre
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SOS is in full swing in Myrtle Beach. The faithful and hardcore come together to dance. The crowds pack a six-block area of North Myrtle Beach. The Shag joints are…
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Hurricane Unanimity
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As Irma approaches, I offer the observation that loosing everything must be more than anyone can bear alone. Let us all be spiritual victims of hurricane destruction. Oh God of…