Saturday, February 27, 2016


When we first came down here in 2004, I discovered an oldies radio station that I loved. WWEZ, "The Island's Easy" radio station.

They played old music. Really old music. Not just sixties and later. No, they played music popular in the forties through the eighties. (And later, the nineties.) Occasionally, they threw in some classical and jazz and Broadway, but mostly it was old favorites. Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy, Crying in the Chapel, To Know Him is to Love HimRum and Coca Cola, Chariots of Fire, Tennessee Waltz, Old Cape Cod...

They also had the usual filler stuff:  a few minutes of national news, the local weather, local shows like The Sports Chicks, and pet adoption shows like Christie's Critters. They also aired things of interest to the AARP generation regarding finances, technology, et cetera. But their main draw was the music.

Alas, they are kaput.

They began in 2002, and chose to remain a non-profit operation, relying on public contributions. That meant no advertising. Although local businesses could give a certain amount of money and receive in return an acknowledgement on the air, that wasn't enough to keep the station afloat. Due to financial problems, they went off the air. Yesterday was their last day.

This was where they used to broadcast from but now it looks abandoned and forlorn.

Goodbye, old friend! You had a good run and gave me many hours of enjoyment.

I am so sad. It's like finding a bra that fits but when you go back to buy another one, they don't make it any more. I want to cry!

Saturday, February 20, 2016


We had visitors this week and went to Sapelo Island one day and Jekyll Island another day. Friends and relatives always seem to enjoy both places.

On Jekyll we went to the Turtle Center where several cold stunned turtles had been brought in. Not from Maine or New York or even North Carolina waters, though. From Florida, the sunshine state!

And as always we enjoyed seeing some of the old houses that were summer homes of the Vanderbilts and other notables around the turn of the century. That's 1900, not 2000.

Here's the Crane Cottage...some cottage!

And the Cherokee Cottage...ah, that's more like it!

And the Jekyll Island Hotel...oh, look! Croquet players!

Those folks knew how to have fun!

Saturday, February 13, 2016


Just a couple of things I found interesting last week.

In the local paper, a woman got arrested. Seems her daughter got into a fight with another girl at school and the woman went and got her daughter from school. Instead of going home, they waited outside the school for the other girl's mother to come out. Then the woman attacked the other mother.

Some role model, huh? And we wonder why the kids are like they are!

Besides the usual women/men fighting women/men items, the crime blotter reported the theft of a carton of beer. A man had it in the back of his pickup and it fell out. Before he cuold get out to recover it, someone swooped in, picked it up, and ran off.The driver didn't have a description of any suspects, the beer was never recovered, and no one was arrested.

Just fell out, eh? All by itself?  I'm wondering if he drank the beer and didn't want to admit it to his wife!

Then, as we were going up I-75 to north Georgia, traffic stopped about a mile from the High Falls exit. I mean, stopped! After a few minutes this GBI truck (made like a Brinks truck or SWAT team vehicle) came roaring up the middle of the interstate, siren blasting, and kept going. We began to inch along until, after nearly an hour, we made it to the exit and got off.

The holdup? Turns out they'd caught a mobile meth lab. Seems the driver fell asleep and ran the car off the road. So the HazMat people were out in force, doing whatever they do for several hours. Both people in the car were taken into custody.

So the driver fell asleep? While running a meth lab on Interstate 75? I would have thought he would have plenty of worries--and drugs--to keep him awake! And why I-75? Why not a barely-traveled road in the country somewhere? And a car? Couldn't he at least afford a van? He and his partner could have taken turns napping!

People are just plain crazy, aren't they?

Saturday, February 6, 2016


In the Village, there is a right whale statue of a mother with her baby on her back. Placed by the children's playground, it rises up out of the ground like a whale rising up out of water. The kids love it. I've often posted pictures on this blog showing them climbing it or sitting atop it.

We walked by it the other day and my mouth dropped. It had been all gussied up. Its eyes sparkled bright blue, its barnacles stood whitely out, and the concrete body had a new coat of gray paint.

But what first caught my attention? The sand that normally surrounded the base had been overlaid with blue chips of recycled rubber. That made the whale look like it was rising from a pool of blue water!

Artificially dyed blue water, true. But still... The kids will love it! I think it looks pretty spiffy, myself.