Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Timing is everything

My friend, Mike M., told me in a response to an earlier post that he's glad we're not on Oak Island now.

So am I, Mike.

Florence is coming to land right where Oak Island is, that place I love. I fear for the island we've visited for over 40 years.

I actually thought, earlier, that we would be there this week and was shocked when Bern told me when we'd be leaving. I thought it was the week after Labor Day, not the week of Labor Day.

It sounds like a monster of a storm.

My heart is with Wilmington and Oak Island and Southport--all in grave danger just now.

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some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.