Quirky Issues

I was asked to set up a meeting between two men who'd never met but are interested in the same thing ... politics.

Having served my political time ... a 30 year sentence ... I care little for the topic but like the guys ... so on a lovely hot summer afternoon ... we have beers under an umbrella ... on a deck surrounded by oak trees and the aroma of Pizza mixed with salt air.

We rarely go to Huck-A-Poos ... at a mile and a half from where we live ... it's too far ... nevertheless here I sit with two friends who passionately care about something I care less about.

"The island's losing it's quirkiness," one says.

I nod.

"I find it humorous," the other later replies, "he says there's a decline in odd individuals, quirky Tybee, when he was meeting with me, a poet who left a good manufacturing job for politics and song.  And you, a minister choosing poverty and a beautiful family.  We sat in the sun, in the afternoon, draft beer, and we are losing quirky?"

I nod.

Is the present as quirky as the past?

That's the question!

Rather than pursue this fascinating topic, they talk politics.

I yawn and order another one.

They're both right on the quirky issue.

There's some great stuff in the past ... outrageous and righteous things that we'd be arrested for now ... so they've become stories to tell ... and things that'll never be done again ... because they're no longer allowed.

Yet here we sit in a funny place ... at a funny time ... casually dressed (meaning barely) ... drinking beers ... envisioning what the future of the island should be ... or recapture what it was.

Having my own quirky issues, I leave it to them.

I am the lone man in a home full of girls ... and a gay dog.

They'll all have their periods at the same time and I'm left to cope!

That's as quirky as it gets!

Top that boys!

Though I have to admit ... the quirkiness of the present far eclipses that of the past.