Excuse Me While I Have A Good Time

We had the most incredible evening yesterday. It was one of those events that is impossible to plan and could have been a weather disaster—but it wasn’t.

Our neighbor, 83 year old Mr. Harlan “Bucky” Strader, has a new “lady friend.” He and his “lady friend” wanted us to accompany them to Neptune Park adjacent to the St. Simons Lighthouse to attend a Celtic music concert Sunday evening. So far so good.

We watched The Weather Channel and looked at the National Weather Service Web Site all afternoon, basically assuming that the numerous thunderstorms to our north over Sapalo Island and Savannah would continue moving south and producing a washout—but they didn’t.

Being the optimist that I am, I slow grilled some boneless pork ribs and bacon wrapped shrimp on skewers and made up an Asian BBQ glaze that ended up producing an amazing flavor, a good contrast to my Kansas City Style BBQ Sauce that I use on half of the ribs and shrimp.

We wandered down to Bucky’s condo about 5:30 and headed over to the park for the 7:00 pm concert. The clouds were still holding off. We set up our little picnic with a couple of portable camp chairs and beach towels on the grass within thirty feet of the stone sea wall overlooking St. Simons Sound and the Atlantic Ocean. The clouds were still holding off.

The music started on time—a solo musician from Ireland—and the wine flowed and the food was consumed and the clouds retreated out of sight to the north. We watched the sun set over the Sidney Lanier Bridge and listened to the high tide retreating off of the rocks behind us and I could not have asked for better company or ambiance.

Pat and I came home about 10:00 PM, I collapsed into bed, and slept through the night without awaking a single time—thus my lack of posting last evening.

As I said before, “excuse me while I have a good time…”