I was a little surprised when I got an email and blog comment from someone accusing me of being insensitive to African-Americans because of yesterday’s blog, In Search Of Aunt Jemima. But then, I guess I shouldn’t have been because I know some people wake up in the morning looking for some reason to be offended. But really, talking about a product that is currently available on grocery store shelves makes someone a racist? When’s the last time you saw somebody picketing Safeway because they sell Aunt Jemima pancake syrup? And by the way, the person who sent the email isn’t a person of color, they are as white as snow. Oops, I probably shouldn’t have said that, either.
I suspect this is the kind of person that thinks they should take down monuments to Confederate soldiers because that will erase the history of slavery. As an old (black) friend of mine’s grandmother used to always say, facts is facts whether we like them or not.
Anyway, enough of that. It’s been a while since Miss Terry and I went down to our fishing pier and just sat and enjoyed the scenery, so that’s what we did yesterday. Walking out on the pier, the water was so clear that we could see to the bottom, where crabs and other marine life were busy doing their thing.
Even though it was in the upper 80s, there was a nice breeze blowing off the water. Sitting on a shaded bench watching the boats going by, the fish jumping, and the birds diving into the water in search of a meal was very relaxing. We reminded each other that the pier and the easy access to the Intercoastal Waterway were both part of the reason we bought the home we did, and that we need to do that more often. We really do live in a very special place.
We spent an hour or so just soaking it all in, then stopped by to see our friend Jim Lewis, whose allergies have him under the weather little bit. Jim was busy coughing and sneezing, and he seems to have both down to a science. I wish I owned stock in the Kleenex company.
After we left Jim’s, we drove into New Smyrna Beach with the intention of driving down the beach. This is one of the few places in the country where you can drive on the beach, another being Long Beach, Washington, another of our favorite places. In fact it was a real tossup between there and here when we were looking for a home.
Unfortunately, when we got there the tide was too high and the beach was closed to traffic. That happens sometimes. Better safe than sorry. So we made a stop at Publix to pick up a few things, then came home and Terry fixed dinner.
We notice that with so many snowbirds gone, the roads, stores, and other businesses are a lot less busy lately. Having lived in a resort area in the White Mountains of Arizona before we hit the road as fulltime RVers, we know that the local economy depends on those tourists and snowbirds, but we also know that the folks who live here year round kind of breathe a sigh of relief when everybody leaves and things get back to normal for a while.
Congratulations David Schumaker, winner of our drawing for an audiobook of Rabbits Never Die, the second book in my friend Steven Thomas’ Gretch Bayonne action adventure series. We had 53 entries this time around. Stay tuned, a new contest starts soon.
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Thought For The Day – Just think how happy you would be if you lost everything you have right now, and then got it back.