A typical island weekend

Weekends on Tybee are always fun!

Well, it is if you can find parking, of which there is little on the island.

There is an Island Parking Committee which has no citizens on it. They implemented a strategy of controlling the influx of visitors by eliminating parking spaces. There are hundreds less parking spots than there were just a couple of years ago.

O Johnny is evidently hot and bothered by the City's less is more parking strategy.

He and his wife O Judy have taught their dog Coco how to surf and lots of dog loving people are flocking to the south end of the island to see this amazing animal for themselves.

Unfortunately there's absolutely no parking spaces on the south end of the island so they're all parking on his yard.

Angela Barras Brackett can testify to the parking situation having driven from Port Wentworth, Georgia to Tybee Island to spend a pleasant day driving around.

Nevertheless, all kind of strange and wonderful things happened on Tybee this weekend.

Somebody pooped in Jodee and Cheryl's pool. Unfortunately nobody told their son Ryan who went for a swim after a long hard day at The Breakfast Club.

Whitley Reynolds has not been seen since Friday morning when he was dressed for work. His bicycle is missing too.

Roy Swindelle hosts The Savannah Singer Songwriter series on Sunday evenings. This was one of the best yet! Held at the American Legion, where the drinks are cheap and pizza is a buck a slice, it's simply one of the best things that happens on the island. Great stories introduce great songs and the faithful are blown away by the honest, pure sounds of heartache and joy that are shared.

At the monthly Book Club held at our house, there was mass confusion because a slight majority of attendees actually read the book! Nobody knew what to do! It had never happened before. Typically, members Google the Cliff Notes version before attending but there is now a real possibility we could turn into a real Book Club!

A house blew up and nobody knows why.

Winston, the little gay dog, got a boner twice his size and photographer par excellence Wen McNally

got a picture of it which could very well be part of the promotional campaign for his book coming out later this year.

Our friend Sam Sahr is evidently starting an island chapter of the NGCA (Nude Grass Cutters Association) and it's long overdue.

Our friends Glenn Arnold and Vicki Matthews are in trouble with the law. The incident occurred as they were looking for parking. My understanding is they became completely unbuckled before getting it together again.

D-Luv remains in some strange alternative universe.

While all of this was happening, Sarah and I spend a quiet and romantic weekend washing clothes.

As you can see it was a typical weekend on the island and I am slap worn out. I've got so much to do this week I don't even know where to begin.

Hmmmm ... Sarah's still in bed.

I think I'll start there.