22. Beaufort

Beaufort, which rhymes with dysentery, has been my home for the last week now, and I’ve enjoyed pretending to be one of the locals. My accent tends to give me away though, as the real locals are starting to sound pretty southern now. There are also fairly regular sightings of palm trees, which I think […]

21. The Inner Banks.

I write to you from Beaufort, NC, which is pronounced Beaufort. Not to be confused with Beaufort, SC, which is pronounced Beaufort. When we left the action, I was at Great Bridge. Since then, life has been pretty good aboard Sylphide. The easy, breezy, beautiful thirty-something miles down to Coinjock was smooth and pleasant. The […]

19. Picking up where I left off.

Howdy Sports Fans. It’s been a long time since I posted anything, so I thought I’d update anyone who might still be interested. After all of the holiday ruckus in New York had passed, my father and I loaded up the ol’ front wheel drive sleigh, and proceeded in a southerly direction. His ultimate destination […]

16. Some rough days.

This is the third time I’ve typed this entry over the course of the last couple of days. I keep thinking, naa, just cool down Dave, and then I delete it. Well, the time has come. I need to vent. I have not been enjoying the last several days of this adventure. I spent most […]