Winter winds blew the old one away and she's been standing there bottomless until this morning.
Sarah brought a bunch of them so the next time her skirt's blown off we're prepared!
Last night my dear friend Terry Ball was over for dinner and afterwards we took a stroll around the island to catch up.
Samuel Adams, who plays damn good live music on the island whenever he gets around to it, was hosting "Open Mike" night at Bernie's."That Sam," I point to Terry as we walk.
"Where's Bar Church?"
"There in the Bar," I answer Terry and lead side where the place is happening because Sam's owning it and everyone's having a blast!
"Where's Sarah? Where's your guitar? Y'all doing Bar Church Sunday?" he rapidly fires questions while hugging me on stage and several people in the audience join us.
Bar Church isn't confined to Sundays.
Leaving the madness Terry and I wander down to "Doc's Bar" for Monty Parks and the acoustic jam which is where I spend most Tuesday evenings as part of a family of dysfunctional musicians.
We share our talents or lack thereof, tell stories, sing songs and make a different kind of church together ... a pure one where people simply share what they have without asking for much in return.
Not hanging around, I introduce Terry and we slide back into the darkness making our way to the beach reminding ourselves of 30 years of friendship.
Strolling by "Stingrays", Jason Courtenay has a large crowd in the palms of his guitar playing hands wailing out country blues.
"Is this a normal Tuesday night" Terry asks.
"It's Spring Break somewhere," I answer, "and a lot of them come here."
By now we're making our way passed "Tybee Island Social Club" where an acoustic player is singing while the band sets up.
"You should go there," I say. "It's good. The Bluegrass Brunch on Sunday's is better than church."
When God decided to announce to the world he was having a son ... he sent musicians.
"Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and singing 'Glory to God in the Highest ..." (Luke 2:13).
I believe God has a "preferential option" for musicians.
That's why She send a Heavenly Band to deliver the tidings of comfort and joy to the world.
Alas, preachers have tried to talk this down ever since but if you read the first couple of chapters of the Gospel of Luke ... everybody's singing.
Mary gets knocked up and breaks out in a song with some of the best lyrics ever written.
John the Baptist's Dad did the same thing.
When Jesus was born it was a whole damn band bringing the news.
"Wow!" Terry said as we make our way in the darkness.
"Exactly," I smile throwing my arm over his shoulder.
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