TYBEE HAPPY - THE ROACH, THE ROCK, AND "A BOMB!"

It was a beautiful blue, warm, and sunny day.  We were Tybee Happy.

Jeani said the houses were beachy cute, the pace was calm and relaxed, there's no traffic, and there's a breeze from the ocean.

We were walking back to our Royal Palms Motel from Seaweeds Ice Cream & Snow Cone shop.  John was slurping away on his strawberry ice cream, Calvin was enjoying his butter pecan, Jeani was spooning her rainbow sherbet, as we all nonchalantly walked down the sidewalk.  Oops!   I spied something large and black at our feet.  I didn't know what it was, as I'd never seen one before, just thought it was an insect native to Tybee.

"Oh!  What's that?"  I yelled out just for devilish fun, "It looks like a roach."  

Jeani back stepped, then high-stepped right over the thing, and squealed.

"Too bad you missed it," I was laughing so hard, "I wanted to see and hear you crunch it!"

Mercy, it was a roach!  And, it had friends zipping in and out from under the nearby trash can.  Now, I'm grossed out, yuk. 

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When we'd return to Royal Palms Motel in our golf cart to park near the electrical outlet (it wasn't a gas-fueled golf cart) I would remind whoever was driving, "Park at the white rock."

More than once, I would speak up.

Finally, after a nice ride around the island, and parking the cart nose to wall, I had to step over the white rock myself.  Then I happened to take a closer look.   It was an upside down styrofoam paper plate!   

Jeani confessed,  "I hated to tell you!"  

Grrrr.......

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On one of our little golf cart tours around Tybee Island we went to a boat dock on Alley Street.  To the left of us men were very busy attaching posts and material to dinghies.  They were going dinghy sailing.

"If we drive right on up, we could drive into the water," I dared Jeani, the current golf cart driver.

"This is as far as we go," Jeani wasn't having it.

I looked at the friendly man nearest us, who was tromping around arranging rocks and his gear to his liking, "Would you save us?"  I laughed.

"No," the stranger smiled back.

John who wasn't about to stay in the cart piped up, "I'll get out my camera and take pictures, if you do." 

The stranger began to tell us island lore.

"There's a jeep out there, been there 15 years, and no, it's not a Willies.  If it was, it'd be gone by now.  Fishermen lose their hooks to it."

"There's also a nuclear bomb on the next island," and he waved his hand westward, "It's buried deep in the mud.  People are always out there trying to find it." 

I asked what'd happen if it'd detonate.

He replied, "It'd take all that island and most of this one off the map!"

Checking at the Fort Screven museum, it seems it's true.  The B-57's bomb lies under 15 feet of mud but the Air Force claims it was disabled beforehand.  If not, wouldn't that create some breeze!

We're still Tybee Happy, and remembering the sandy beach and the blue ocean breezes, John says, "I've had my dose for this year, but I'm not so sure I can make it last until next year!"