So guess what everyone
did today? If you said Julia and Brother Peter went to the beach and Dave went
pickin’ with The Mayor, you’d be right on track. Isn’t vacation awesome?
As Julia and Peter readied
for the beach, The Mayor and Vernon arrived to pick me up to head to Wilmington
–home of Michael Jordan, David Brinkley, Matlock, Commissioner Gordon, Alice,
Sugar Ray Leonard, our 28th President, a 1979 MLB NL co-MVP, and
even the NSA whistleblower and future citizen of Venezuela. Who knew?
There’s not much to
report from the Wilmington trip other than it appears a cat is a requirement
for all antique stores there. It seemed as though there was a store kitty in
every one I entered. Way to go Wilmington.
Eventually we made our
way back to Holden Beach to find that they had taken the jet skis out on the
water. Since I spent an hour in the water on a previous day, I did not partake
of the high-speed watercraft, or in Julia’s case, the moderate-speed
watercraft. I did, however, arrive in time to see Payton and Julia disembark in
a rather humorous way (aka falling off into the water).
After extracting
everyone from the water, we headed out for supper. We followed behind the
locals and lost them for a minute or so after Julia followed the wrong black
truck and veered right at the fork. We quickly caught up and mile
after seemingly endless mile passed until we pulled into an extremely crowded
parking lot of a restaurant on the waterway. We were given a wait time of two
hours and quickly decided that such a wait might starve and kill us all and left for a
Mexican restaurant many more miles away. It was quite tasty and we gorged
ourselves on the tasty Mexican goodness until all had their fill. Mmmmm…tasty
goodness…
Day 8 also marked the
first time that a wireless signal registered for any of us. For some reason,
the area around the apartment was a wireless vacuum of nothingness and devices
requiring a wireless signal failed to work – phones, laptops,
iPads, etc. It was quite the strange phenomenon that really threw a wrench into
a person’s blog posting. We unexpectedly get service in the most random places,
but the one-block radius was not to be included among them.
Hotspots, 3G, 4G, the International Space Station, whatever…it didn’t matter. All were
rendered useless to humans. I don’t understand. We send information, photos,
texts, emails, and calls to outer space and back from all continents across the
globe, yet this small plot in Supply, North Carolina is ignored by the airwaves.
Either it’s gremlins or The Dome is not just a fictional TV show and we lived
it for several days. What gives cellular providers (since it wasn’t just
limited to mine)? I demand answers and restitution.
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