The Jolie recently returned from a Caribbean adventure (to be published later). Before she heads off to Europe, she decided to take in a few sights on the North Carolina Outer Banks.
The Jolie arrived in Manteo, on Roanoke Island, late on July 3. She’d heard another celebrity lived on the island. Sadly, North Carolina’s favorite son, Andy Griffith had passed away that morning. The Jolie was sad. She was sadder still that her Botox would not let her face express the sorrow she felt.
Everyone else on the island was appropriately sad at the loss of a good man.
The Outer Banks is home to the site of the world’s first powered flight. She wandered around behind the memorial to the Wright Brothers and found them still hanging around back there. The Jolie wanted first class seating on this flight, and she told herself she had it because she was in front.
Sometimes it is the little things that matter. Appearances aren’t the most important thing, but sometimes they make a difference. Attention to detail can be critical.
I had a little rainy day time to kill on vacation and was watching one of those cable channels that exists to draw tourists to restaurants and attractions in the area. There was a show on about restaurants. The best way I can describe the show is that it was a series of five-minute infomercials about places to eat.
One of the ads featured what seemed to be a very nice establishment. The ad started with an interview with the owner, who gushed about his menu and his staff. A little feature on the head waitress was next, followed by the owner talking about how good it was that he had his own butcher on staff at the restaurant.
Lefty, Come Out And Say Hello To Everyone
The butcher seemed like a nice old guy. He said he had been working for the restaurant for over twenty years. The video portion of the interview switched to some shots of Mr. Butcher at work, cutting and aging steaks while the audio talked about how having an in-house butcher benefitted the dining experience. The segment ended with a shot of the butcher holding up a freshly cut steak for the viewer to see. Read the rest of this entry »
I dread hurricane season.
It isn’t that I live somewhere that usually gets hit by hurricanes. The one time it happened was certainly enough for me. Storms making it as far inland as I live are a true rarity.
Hurricanes Only Go To Special Places.
My problem isn’t being worried about hurricanes blowing over my house. The issue is them blowing over the places I love
Right now there are hurricanes lined up across the Atlantic aimed at the places I go to relax and spend time away from the real world. As these storms pass on, others move off Africa to take their turn at threatening someplace special. Read the rest of this entry »
When last we left my adventures in biplanes, it was last year. I had a reservation to take a flight on a beautiful old plane while on vacation on North Carolina’s Outer Banks.
You might recall that last year’s flight never happened due to an unfortunate incident. My plane, the one I’d dreamed of for years, got into a compromising position with another airplane. There was a photo. The incident dashed my hopes.
Quite frankly, my Nerve was also dashed. Upon seeing that photo, I did the math on how soon after that crash happened that I was to have been on that plane. The idea became a lot less appealing.
Nerve Invites Himself To Lunch (…but I’m talkin’ ’bout Shaft)
A few days before I left for vacation, I was having lunch at a Thai place. Nerve stopped at my table as he was being shown to his. He plopped down in the chair across from me. The hostess asked if we’d be eating together. I said no. Nerve ignored me, ordered Namprigpaow, extra spicy, and kept his seat. Read the rest of this entry »
One of the many reasons my family heads to the beach for the week of July 4 is to see fireworks in their pristine unspoiled state.
The July 4 Independence Day holiday in the US has been celebrated with
firework shows for much longer than any of us been around. Probably in the last ten years ago or so it seems like that tradition has been pretty much ruined in the area where I live. Fortunately, the idea to ruin things has not spread to the North Carolina Outer Banks towns where I spend my summer vacation.
A few years back, a radio station in my city began sponsoring the July 4th fireworks and announcing that they would be broadcasting patriotic music that was “choreographed” to the fireworks.
First off, there is only one proper sound for fireworks. Boom. Fireworks don’t need musical accompaniment. They are a complete show unto themselves. Read the rest of this entry »