Pole Dancing In The Dark

Quicky Update

Seeing as reliving my vacation has to be boring to my gentle readers, I will quit with the rehash. Here are the few key points:
1. Ex-President Clinton saw fit to interrupt my key moments of relaxation by visiting the Island for a few rounds of golf. Although I didn't know it at the time we passed by and saw "his" jet parked at the little private airport on Bohicket Road. I remember my aunt claiming sardonically "nice fancy jet you have there." When we found out whose it was the next day, I was semi-irked, figuring that my freakin' NYS tax dollars probably paid for his little golfing spree. Must be nice to just fly around the country on a whim to go play a few rounds... bastard…
2. Around the same day, a military test plane crashed a mile away from where we were staying. Cousin M and I were walking down the beach when the retrieval choppers flew over head. I wish I had my camera. The news said that both pilots lived through the accident, but I think that there was a third military person on the plane, because not long after, I found a solider washed up on the beach, needing medical attention. His name - Joe... at least that is all he can remember. He and I bonded instantly, as I nursed him back to health. (I actually just smacked him around until he regained consciousness.) Anyway, he and I watched out for each other the entire time. He guarded me against BOUSes. (Bugs of Unusual Size) and I gave him food, water and a place to sleep. (Seriously, earlier I was dive bombed by the world’s largest bee. It scared the crap out of me…)

Anyway, without any further ado, allow me to please introduce to everyone my newest hero – Joe!

3. I also took in a "Ghosts Of Charleston" walking tour, which was a bust, but more on that later. I have a dinner to make.