Friday August 10 2018


Waking up at 11 a.m.

Bowl of Oat Flakes with Strawberries and Almond Milk. Guayusa Tea.

At Music Makers the kids are finishing up their last day of our debut a cappella Vocal Camp. Meanwhile, I help Jackson and Gia work in a rehearsal to do a song for next week’s show.

Scrambled Eggs. Sourdough Toast with Butter and Jam. Potatoes. Coffee.

I decide to ditch the car and use my bicycle for the rest of the day.


At Zeke’s in Shadowlawn near the south end of the beach for the vocal camper’s mini performance. It’s just like a living room in here – perfect space for this. The kids sing and do choreographed dances making their families hearts melt.

I venture on to Croatan to teach the Kuzniewski siblings. It’s been over a month since the last lessons. Their grandparents are here observing and being very thankful to me for making music fun for their grandkids.

I venture on to meet up with Elliott and Michelle at The Cavalier at the north end. Sipping on sparkling mint gin drinks out on the lawn while a game of crochet goes on behind us. The whole atmosphere at the old hotel has changed dramatically since they remodeled it. The three of us stick out like sore thumbs but we don’t care. A beautiful sunset view of the ocean and the construction of an extension of the hotel.

Riding over to Pelon’s Baja Grill for dinner. Ana eventually gets off work and meets up with us. Fish Tacos with Chips n Salsa and a Pineapple Cider. The conversation is comedic and engaging.

Anthony and Cynthia invited Ana and I to The Office, VB’s finest dive bar. I wasn’t sure if Ana was joining us there but I ride over on my bike. As soon as I take the first sip of my Shock Top we get a distressing call from Ana. She crashed and burned on her bike in route to here. There was a dip in the sidewalk that surprised her. I didn’t even know she was going to ride her bike. I run over to the Wawa to help. One of the clerks gave us a bag of bandages and antiseptic wipes. I feel bad for her cause disastrous things like this happen to her all the time. We manage to clean her up as best we can and head to the bar.

Anthony points out to me that he can’t imagine anyone ever chillin’ at a high end place like The Cavalier then going to a dive bar on the shanty side of town like The Office. Only I. We rack up a few games of pool and enjoy each other’s company and poor pool skills, except Cynthia has somehow obtained the magic touch on the pool table.

Back home. Settling down. So tired.

Sleep 4 a.m.

[i] Images by me.

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