August 2019
John S. Graves, III article about local boys growing up in the forty’s talks about what was life like…simple with values. Why are so many families moving to our region, ultimately it is to fulfill their dreams. We hope that one person who reads Kasia’s article will fill their dreams by seeing what hard work and perseverance accomplishes… Parents, check out why teenagers are in a different time zone, and how to help them understand it is part of growing up. For certain, those who have sent their child off to school will shed a tear reminiscing with Gene Cashman. You had to know that Amber Hester-Kuhen, Blufftons Environmentalist, would tell us some things about those monsters we call no-see-ems, and their cousin the mosquito. Oh, and let’s change our Latitude in Margarettaville. How to grow older without growing up! Do it. Enjoy, let us hear from you, and don’t forget to tell people where you shop and eat, that they should be in The Breeze.
John S. Graves, III article about local boys growing up in the forty’s talks about what was life like…simple with values. Why are so many families moving to our region, ultimately it is to fulfill their dreams. We hope that one person who reads Kasia’s article will fill their dreams by seeing what hard work and perseverance accomplishes… Parents, check out why teenagers are in a different time zone, and how to help them understand it is part of growing up. For certain, those who have sent their child off to school will shed a tear reminiscing with Gene Cashman. You had to know that Amber Hester-Kuhen, Blufftons Environmentalist, would tell us some things about those monsters we call no-see-ems, and their cousin the mosquito. Oh, and let’s change our Latitude in Margarettaville. How to grow older without growing up! Do it.
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John S. Graves, III article about local boys growing up in the<br />
forty’s talks about what was life like…simple with values.<br />
Why are so many families moving to our region, ultimately<br />
it is to fulfill their dreams. We hope that one person who<br />
reads Kasia’s article will fill their dreams by seeing what<br />
hard work and perseverance accomplishes… Parents, check<br />
out why teenagers are in a different time zone, and how to<br />
help them understand it is part of growing up. For certain,<br />
those who have sent their child off to school will shed a tear<br />
reminiscing with Gene Cashman. You had to know that<br />
Amber Hester-Kuhen, Blufftons Environmentalist, would<br />
tell us some things about those monsters we call no-seeems,<br />
and their cousin the mosquito. Oh, and let’s change<br />
our Latitude in Margarettaville. How to grow older without<br />
growing up! Do it.<br />
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CONTENTS<br />
AUGUST <strong>2019</strong>, VOLUME 17, NO. 8<br />
FEATURES<br />
08 A Lowcountry Childhood<br />
in the 1940’s<br />
14 Seasonal Savages<br />
20 Teens Live in a Different<br />
Time Zone Biologically<br />
22 The Orator<br />
28 Dreams Come True<br />
A Low Country Childhood in the 1940’s<br />
32 A Lowcountry Backyard<br />
Restaurant<br />
38 Seasons Change<br />
44 Feeling Good Turns into<br />
Looking Good<br />
46 Change Your Latitude<br />
Dreams Come True<br />
DEPARTMENTS<br />
08 History<br />
14 Environment<br />
16 <strong>August</strong> Tides<br />
2o Lifestyles<br />
26 Your Corner<br />
34 Restaurant Guide<br />
36 Over the Bridges<br />
42 Golf Guide<br />
46 Architecture<br />
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HISTORY<br />
A Lowcountry Childhood<br />
in the 1940’s<br />
By John Samuel Graves, III<br />
Once upon a time my brothers and I began<br />
our life adventures in the Lowcountry in the<br />
early 1940’s. How did it happen? What was<br />
it that brought my mother, Florence Rubert,<br />
the daughter of a New York Yankee, and my<br />
father, John Samuel Graves, Jr., a country<br />
boy from Bluffton, South Carolina, together?<br />
What indeed! My mother had been very<br />
happy as a child living part of each year on<br />
Palmetto Bluff, and had come to know many<br />
of the Bluffton people. Some have said that<br />
she returned to Bluffton in her early twenties<br />
after a failed romance in New York – hoping<br />
to recapture some of her Palmetto Bluff<br />
childhood happiness. I will never know all the<br />
facts.<br />
My parents were<br />
married in 1939.<br />
My mother was<br />
twenty three.<br />
Since there were<br />
no hospitals in<br />
Bluffton in 1941,<br />
my mother<br />
was taken to<br />
Savannah’s<br />
Telfair Hospital<br />
for Women for<br />
our births. I was<br />
born there in<br />
John Graves as a young boy<br />
December of that year. I was given my father’s<br />
name. There have been six generations with<br />
the name of John Samuel Graves. My younger<br />
brother was born there several years later.<br />
We lived in Bluffton in The Guilford House on<br />
Boundary Street (my father’s grandparents’<br />
house). Our grandparents, John Samuel<br />
Graves, Sr. and Cora Jane Guilford Graves,<br />
lived in The Graves House on Calhoun Street.<br />
The two lots touched at the corners and there<br />
was a path between the two houses. Over<br />
the years we often wandered over to “Papa”<br />
and grandma’s house. There we would<br />
explore “doodle bugs” and such beneath<br />
their house, or play on their expansive front<br />
and side porches. Occasionally, we would<br />
sneak up into their huge attic to play with an<br />
assortment of giant ride-on toy trains. We<br />
were not supposed to be up there because<br />
we might poke a hole in the ceiling and hurt<br />
ourselves. Sometimes we would hide in the<br />
closet under the attic stairs. We thought we<br />
were unobserved.<br />
When we were old enough to put skates<br />
8John Graves and his younger brother in Bluffton 1947
on we actually skated on the porch! And<br />
sometimes inside our grandparents’ house!<br />
(My grandparents were very tolerant and<br />
understanding.) They always had a double<br />
swing hanging on the porch and I can<br />
remember swinging with my grandmother.<br />
Once, my younger brother was swinging<br />
wildly with her, and they were tossed to<br />
the floor when the swing came unbolted<br />
from the ceiling and suddenly fell. She<br />
laughed and laughed. She was a very loving<br />
and supportive person, always smiling and<br />
laughing, always delivering encouraging<br />
words in challenging situations. We all<br />
loved her terribly. Every time we showed<br />
up at her house she always presented that<br />
loving, supporting side. If we ever had some<br />
serious problem she would help us find<br />
our way through it. She and Luke Peeples’<br />
mother were sisters.<br />
We loved to go over to our grandparents’<br />
house and join them for breakfast, dinner<br />
or supper. Sometimes grandma fixed<br />
waffles for us in her iron waffle pan on her<br />
wood stove. I also remember especially<br />
butter beans, fried chicken and sometimes<br />
crab cakes. She made real crab cakes<br />
with little or no fillers. We also sometimes<br />
had fried or mull down oysters from my<br />
father’s factory. We did not fully know or<br />
appreciate then how lucky we were to have<br />
living grandparents right next door. And,<br />
of course, at that age we were not aware<br />
that the house we lived in had been our<br />
grandmother Graves’ parents’ house. (For<br />
more about my parents and grandparents<br />
please read my earlier Breeze articles,<br />
especially A Short History of Palmetto Bluff,<br />
Parts I and II; Boll Weevils and Oysters and A<br />
Story of Two Houses. Those stories and other<br />
articles about the history of the Graves and<br />
Guilford families in Bluffton can be found<br />
on my website, graveshouse.org.)<br />
As a child I didn’t know much about my<br />
Guilford forebears, especially that my great<br />
granddad, George Sewell Guilford, had<br />
been the mayor of Bluffton many times.<br />
I also didn’t know that he had built both<br />
the Graves House and the Guilford House<br />
himself, or that he had personally built the<br />
Methodist church’s steeple and bell tower.<br />
(It was destroyed by hurricane in the year<br />
before I was born.) And I didn’t know until<br />
recently that he had been instrumental in<br />
John Graves and his younger brother, the intrepid tricylists in 1946<br />
establishing Bluffton’s Methodist Church on their present site.<br />
(Read my articles, The Accidents of Birth and The Ties That Bind,<br />
and Bluffton’s Fateful Election of 1903, and my Almost Forgotten<br />
History of Bluffton’s Methodist Church on graveshouse.org.)<br />
Our earliest years in Bluffton were spent playing around and<br />
exploring the three or four blocks in Old Town Bluffton where<br />
we lived. Almost all of the streets were made of crushed oyster<br />
shell. We were a plucky and intrepid lot and “took to the road”<br />
daily on tricycles or on our bare feet, sometimes traveling as far<br />
as The Church of the Cross at the end of Calhoun Street where<br />
we had been baptized. (We were not allowed down on the dock<br />
in those early years.) We also traveled across Boundary street to<br />
visit Tommy Heyward and his sisters at their home, now called<br />
the Pine House. Other playmates included Hanky Cram and our<br />
first cousins, Beverly and “Sister” Getsinger. Johnny and Billy<br />
Cantrell lived right next door and we often played with them.<br />
(Their parents brought the telephone to Bluffton.) Years later,<br />
Billy, while riding his bike, was hit by a car and killed. The incident<br />
was one of our first encounters with death – puzzling, confusing<br />
and sorrowful.<br />
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We used to go<br />
to Fripp’s Store<br />
(now gone) on the<br />
corner of Calhoun<br />
and Bridge Streets<br />
and buy a coke<br />
(in the bottle), a<br />
3 dip ice cream<br />
cone and several<br />
large cookies for 25<br />
cents. Our father’s<br />
first cousin, Luke<br />
Peeples, lived less<br />
than two blocks<br />
from our house and<br />
we went there often<br />
to play around his<br />
gold fish pond,<br />
explore the cove<br />
behind his house,<br />
or listen to him<br />
play his piano and<br />
tell us some of the<br />
stories behind his<br />
compositions. We<br />
called him “Uncle<br />
Luke.” Over the<br />
years he became a very powerful influence in my life. It was largely from him and my mother that I gained my<br />
lifelong interest in music and literature. For a short while I took piano instruction from him and years after he<br />
died I edited his musical compositions. (I have a degree in music composition and theory. See more information<br />
about Luke and his music on my website, astarfell.com.)<br />
Our little world presented may attractions and temptations. Our father had a very large grape arbor in the back<br />
yard. We used to climb up into it and eat grapes and secretly hide there. We thought that the “grown ups” didn’t<br />
know we were up there. Another of our favorite activities was making weapons from palmetto stalks: bows and<br />
arrows, swords, knives, etc. The wood was soft and easy to carve handles on. The fronds made excellent roof<br />
and wall covers for hide-a-ways and forts. We did not then realize that we were honing our skills for survival<br />
in the adult world, that we would someday<br />
have to become self-sufficient, self-reliant,<br />
competent, and prepared for self-defense.<br />
Such experiences would come in handy as<br />
we moved into adulthood. Much of what<br />
we later accomplish or become starts<br />
with these simple childhood acts – and, of<br />
course, luck.<br />
Other activities included going down with<br />
our Dad to his Bluffton and Trimbleston<br />
oyster factories where we had our first<br />
encounters with the magical May river and<br />
Saw Mill Creek and all the strange creatures<br />
in and around them, especially oysters,<br />
shrimp and crabs. Trimbleston also had<br />
some of the biggest rattlesnakes ever! My<br />
father once killed one that was nearly six<br />
feet long and as big around as a man’s arm.<br />
Church of the Cross choir with Florence Graves, Naomi McCracken, Olive Pinckney, & others<br />
The Oyster Plant shuckers
These trips also introduced us to the miracle<br />
of boats, especially shrimp boats and oyster<br />
batteaux. I was fascinated with how they<br />
built those flat bottomed boats, and how<br />
they bent the side walls. I was intrigued with<br />
all things to do with building. My interest in<br />
construction and how things went together<br />
has followed me all my life – into carpentry<br />
and home design, into music composition<br />
and into writing. Our trips to Trimbleston<br />
were wonderful adventures into mystery<br />
and beauty. Saw Mill Creek was utterly<br />
isolated and pristine in those days.<br />
My brothers and I were filled with the<br />
desire for adventure and exploration as<br />
most children are. Sometimes I’m sure we<br />
thought we were masters of our world. In<br />
my early years I often felt that I could turn my<br />
days on and off with the click of my fingers.<br />
Hanky Cram, Tommy Heyward, John S. Graves. III<br />
I try not to see things through rose colored glasses, but in a very real sense I lived out my earliest years in a<br />
magical time and place, surrounded by aunts and uncles, cousins, and grandparents, often living within just<br />
a few blocks of my home. My grandfather Graves had been mayor and some of his brothers or cousins were<br />
often the town constable. I felt firmly situated within my tribe, safe from the threats of the outside world, free<br />
to roam my little restricted domain without supervision, free to ride forth and experience life on a daily basis<br />
without fear. Those days of adventure and wonder are gone now, but not forgotten. Experiencing Bluffton’s<br />
original square mile as a young child has marked me as one of Bluffton’s own forever, and drives me to this day<br />
in my actions, aspirations and achievements.<br />
Uncle Woody Graves on his boat<br />
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ENVIRONMNET<br />
SEASONAL SAVAGES<br />
By: Amber Hester Kuehn, MS Marine Biology<br />
When the temperature is just right, the most<br />
vicious of all insects comes out to feast…<br />
THE GNAT<br />
Gnat is a very broad term. There are over 4,000<br />
species of “gnat”, and over 1,000 species within<br />
the genus, Culicoides. Culicoides furens is likely<br />
the species that we experience in our area. In<br />
general, gnats are referred to as biting midges in<br />
the scientific community. Some people call them<br />
“No-see-ums”, but you would have to be blind not<br />
to see them swarming…up your nose and in your<br />
mouth, dive bombing your eye balls, entering your<br />
ear canal, attacking your scalp...and so forth. Adults<br />
are less than 1/8 inch and the species are identified<br />
by the pattern created by dense hairs on their wings.<br />
THE SWARM<br />
Gnats travel in swarms, typically at dusk or dawn,<br />
near moist areas. The males follow the females<br />
to her blood meal (that’s you) and annoy while<br />
waiting on the female to feed. Only the female<br />
“bites”. They mate directly after she has taken<br />
the blood protein meal that she needs for the<br />
maturation of her fertilized eggs. Mammals are<br />
the preferred source, but reptiles and amphibians<br />
also work in a pinch. Our biting midges will lay<br />
approximately 100 eggs at once, hatching between<br />
two and ten days, followed by the larval stage<br />
lasting anywhere from two weeks to one year<br />
depending on environmental conditions. Pupal<br />
stage is only a couple of days. The winged adult<br />
swarm will only live for a few weeks…but the next<br />
generation will emerge, and we will experience<br />
them all season. I think it is safe to say that we have<br />
already encountered the first generation in 2015.<br />
THE BITE<br />
Gnats do not puncture the skin and suck blood<br />
like a mosquito. The female tears the skin with<br />
razor sharp mouth parts and injects a chemical<br />
that inhibits blood clotting. Then she ingests<br />
the blood from the wound. On the bright side,<br />
gnats do not transmit disease to humans.<br />
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DID YOU KNOW?<br />
A gnat cannot fly over sixteen feet high.<br />
Female gnats do not leave a one mile radius of their<br />
birthplace.<br />
Male gnats do not have biting mouthparts at all.<br />
Gnats feed on plant sap and nectar.<br />
A gnat cues in on the carbon dioxide in your breath, your<br />
sheer mass, perspiration, and possibly the color of clothing<br />
that you wear. Apparently white is NOT preferred by gnats.<br />
When you spray yourself for gnats, you are not repelling<br />
them, you are simply masking your smell. Deet works,<br />
but I suggest the less harsh “No Natz” product, created in<br />
Georgia. Although nothing is completely effective, this one<br />
works best for me.<br />
GOOD LUCK<br />
Mission impossible. Welcome to the Lowcountry. My advice?<br />
Find a screened porch and a fan. If your job requires you to<br />
be near a dock, I feel your pain.<br />
Capt. Amber<br />
THE PURPOSE<br />
Larval gnats develop in the sandy soil of the coastal<br />
plains near moist areas such as lakes, swamps,<br />
and mudflats, and consume rotting organic plant<br />
matter. Yes… they clean dirt on a microscopic level.<br />
They can develop on the edge of the marsh mud flat<br />
that is moist, but not completely submerged. They<br />
must remain within a few inches of air interface.<br />
Apparently, they are not picky when it comes to<br />
salt water vs freshwater. They are also happy to<br />
inhabit any sort of poop as long as it stays moist for<br />
at least a couple of weeks. They can even develop<br />
in moist tree bark, but will not develop without<br />
moisture and air. The good news is that they cannot<br />
develop inside of a host…eat all the gnats you<br />
want, they will not come back to haunt you. Adult<br />
gnats are a food source for swallows, lizards, and<br />
spiders. So if you are going to get mad at nature,<br />
ask yourself “Where in the “*#$^” are all of the<br />
birds and lizards! And leave the spider webs alone.<br />
{INSET} Gnats live and breed in the coastal<br />
plain between the Atlantic Ocean and the<br />
Piedmont region from Virginia to northern<br />
Florida. As I’m sure you know, this sandy soil was<br />
covered by ocean millions of years ago. Some<br />
call this ancient shoreline the “Deep South”.<br />
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LIFESTYLES<br />
OF THE <strong>2019</strong> SEA TU<br />
Teens Live in a Different Time Zone Biologically<br />
So How Can Parents Help?<br />
By Kimberly Blaker<br />
Teen sleep habits are an ongoing frustration and battle for<br />
countless parents. Many teens stay up into the wee hours of<br />
the night. Then they struggle to wake up during the week<br />
for school and sleep through the day on weekends.<br />
But sleep is crucial to adolescents’ well being. School-age<br />
kids between ages 6 and 13 need nine to eleven hours of<br />
sleep per night, according to the National Sleep Foundation.<br />
Teens, from ages 14 to 17, need eight to ten hours. Yet,<br />
studies find only a small percentage of teens are getting the<br />
necessary sleep.<br />
The problem, as experts point out, is that during puberty,<br />
teens’ circadian rhythm shifts. In earlier childhood, kids<br />
begin feeling sleepy around 8:00 or 9:00 p.m. But during<br />
adolescence, sleepiness doesn’t set in until around 10:00 or<br />
11:00 p.m. This is called ‘sleep phase delay’ and is likely<br />
caused by a delay in the release of the body’s melatonin.<br />
Sleep phase delay, however, isn’t the only reason teens don’t<br />
get enough sleep. Increased demands on their time, ranging<br />
from additional household responsibilities and homework<br />
to extracurricular activities, socializing with friends, and<br />
media use also contribute to teens’ shortage of sleep.<br />
So what’s a parent to do? In a perfect world, all high schools<br />
would adjust the school day to begin and end at least an<br />
hour or so later each day. This would make it easier for<br />
teens to get the sleep they need and would benefit students<br />
significantly.<br />
To exemplify this, Kyla L. Wahlstrom et. al. conducted a<br />
3-year study of 9,000 students. The study, reported in<br />
“Examining the Impact of Later High School Start Times<br />
on the Health and Academic Performance of High School<br />
Students: A Multi-Site Study,” found in high schools that<br />
start the day at 8:30 a.m. or later students reap several<br />
benefits.<br />
First, 60% of the students were able to get at least eight hours<br />
of sleep per night during the school week. Those gaining the<br />
extra rest also had lower rates of depression and caffeine use<br />
and were at lower risk for substance use. These students had<br />
better academic performance and achievement test scores<br />
as well and a reduction in tardiness. Also, in communities<br />
where schools shifted the start time to 8:55 a.m., teen traffic<br />
accidents were significantly reduced.<br />
If you’d like to see later start times implemented at your<br />
teen’s school, talk to other parents in your district about<br />
the teen sleep dilemma and share with them the benefits<br />
of later school hours. Then create a concerted effort to take<br />
the issue up with the school board. Keep in mind, this is a<br />
longer-term solution that won’t likely be implemented until<br />
at least the following school year. But once implemented,<br />
it’ll improve your teen’s chance for success in future years<br />
and pave the way for other kids who will soon be entering<br />
high school.<br />
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RTLE NESTING SEASON<br />
Tips to help your teen get enough sleep<br />
Fortunately, there are several things you can do right now<br />
to help ensure your teens get the sleep they need.<br />
Set a regular bedtime routine. Teens should go to bed<br />
and wake up at roughly the same time each day. It can also<br />
be helpful to allow your teen to sleep in a little later on the<br />
weekends to catch up a bit. But don’t let your adolescent<br />
sleep in too late. Otherwise, your teen will likely stay up<br />
later as well. This makes it difficult to fall into an early<br />
bedtime routine during the week.<br />
Remove media from bedrooms. Televisions, computers,<br />
music, and cell phones serve as distractions to keep kids<br />
awake late into the night. Have your teen remove all media<br />
from the bedroom before bedtime. If your teen uses a<br />
phone alarm, replace it with an alarm clock.<br />
Restrict caffeine. Soda, coffee, and energy drinks late in<br />
the evening impede sleep. Set a curfew of at least two to<br />
three hours before bedtime for drinking these beverages.<br />
Keep the bedroom cool. Being too warm at night<br />
interrupts sleep. Set the thermostat to 3 degrees cooler at<br />
night than during the daytime. Just make sure your teen<br />
has plenty of blankets to maintain comfort.<br />
Eat some carbs before bed. Have your teen eat a light,<br />
high carbohydrate snack before bedtime. Fruit and white<br />
grains are generally high in carbohydrates. Just make sure<br />
your teen doesn’t overdo it since feeling stuffed can also<br />
make it difficult to fall asleep.<br />
Practice relaxation. Have your teen start winding down<br />
30 to 60 minutes before bedtime. Your teen should do<br />
something relaxing, such as read, listen to calm music, or<br />
watch a light TV show. Better yet, see if you can get your<br />
teen to practice meditation or yoga.<br />
Restrict work hours. Teen jobs often require working<br />
the late shift. So during the school year, restrict the hours<br />
your teens can work both on weeknights and weekends so<br />
they can get their z’s.<br />
Take a hot bath. This is a good way for your teen to relax<br />
before bed. It can also provide your adolescent an extra 20<br />
minutes of sleep in the mornings by getting the bath or<br />
shower out of the way the night before.<br />
Seek medical advice. If you’ve tried everything and your<br />
teen still isn’t getting enough sleep or feels sleepy during<br />
the day, talk to your doctor. Several sleep disturbances<br />
such as insomnia, sleep apnea, or a sleep movement<br />
disorder can contribute to the problem. Certain mental<br />
health conditions, such as ADHD, depression, and<br />
bipolar disorder, can also lead to sleep James disturbances.<br />
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The Orator<br />
By: Andrew Peeples<br />
With permission from his Daugher<br />
Mildred Peeples Pemberton<br />
The formula for this story is quite simple. Just put one<br />
funeral oration, one gasoline water pump, and one<br />
electric generating motor together for 10 minutes. The<br />
result will be either a tragedy or a comedy, depending on<br />
how you look at it.<br />
The day I tried it I had no intention of getting everybody<br />
excited. I chose the most private place I could think<br />
of — the engine room in one end of our barn. It was a<br />
windowless room with only one door and it was closed.<br />
To explain why I was conducting an experiment, I must<br />
go back to certain events that led up to that memorable<br />
occasion. I say memorable because the hullabaloo it<br />
brought forth almost threw me into a case of shock.<br />
Right here it should be noted that I wasn’t the sort of boy<br />
who steps out of his cradle, announces that he is going<br />
to be a lawyer, doctor, or dog catcher, and starts right<br />
off toward his life’s ambition. I was the sort who has<br />
to grope around for years, feeling his way along, until<br />
finally, through trial and error, he gets a clear vision of<br />
what he is supposed to do in life.<br />
One day I looked into the mirror and took stock of my<br />
qualifications. My hair was sadly in need of scissors. My<br />
eyes were set far back in my head and misty bright. My<br />
face was thin and my skin had the sickly pallor of a dying<br />
ghost.<br />
Andrew Peeples<br />
“Surely,” I said to myself, “you’re a born poet.” I got a<br />
pencil and a piece of paper and went down into the<br />
cove back of the barn. There, in the quiet seclusion of a<br />
scuppernong vine, I waited for the heavenly muse. While<br />
waiting, I munched a few grapes.<br />
A mockingbird sang in a dogwood tree. Silvery minnows<br />
flashed in the stream below. A bullfrog sat and winked<br />
on the opposite bank. The setting was perfect for an<br />
immortal poem. But the only inspiration I felt was for<br />
more grapes.<br />
I decided to try a new locale. I got up and took a walk.<br />
I walked until I was in the beautiful woods back of the<br />
Martin Home on the river front. I paused to sit down<br />
and rest in the shade of an old oak. Almost instantly the<br />
muse was there pushing my pencil. The following words<br />
fairly flowed on to the paper held in my lap.<br />
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Peeples Home on Calhoun Street<br />
Peeples Store on Calhoun Street<br />
James Madison Inn
Calhoun Street<br />
Tails tell a Tale<br />
MARTIN’S OAK<br />
Across the cove in Martin’s wood<br />
An anciente oak renowned<br />
A thousand years or more has stood<br />
The noblest all around.<br />
Through all the years no wind or storm<br />
nor lightning’s fearful stroke<br />
Has ever wrought a mortal harm<br />
Against the giant oak.<br />
Upon its limbs so wide and strong<br />
Gay squirrels chase and play<br />
And happy birds with joyful song<br />
Praise the glorious day.<br />
For this old tree by God was made<br />
A haven from despair<br />
And all who seek its sacred shade<br />
Will find sweet solace there.<br />
So may in each succeeding year<br />
God find it in His will<br />
To add another thousand here<br />
And yet another still!<br />
I got up and walked home on a cloud. I was, without<br />
question, a great poet. I would have to let my hair grow<br />
down to my shoulders. I would have to live without<br />
food or water. Inspiration would appease my hunger.<br />
Adoration would quench my thirst. I would have to speak<br />
to my father about setting me up in an ivory tower.<br />
When I entered the yard, I saw my brother Mark burning<br />
trash behind the store. I went to him and showed him<br />
my poem. He read it. He read it several times. Then he<br />
handed it back to me.<br />
“Don’t show it to anyone else,” he whispered<br />
confidentially. “Just go to your room and get your things.<br />
I’ll take you. It’s a long way up there, but I’ll take you. Just<br />
promise you’ll go quietly.”<br />
“Go where?” I asked.<br />
“To the asylum, you nut!” he shouted.<br />
Thus ended my career as a poet. But it didn’t keep me<br />
down for long. I knew the Lord had something on earth<br />
for me to do. I had to find it. One day I was reading a book<br />
about old Demosthenes. It told all about how he became<br />
a great orator. It said he could sway a city with his tongue.<br />
But as a boy he had to overcome an impediment in his<br />
speech. He would go down to the seashore and practice.<br />
He would put pebbles under his tongue and talk above<br />
the roar of the waves.<br />
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“Bluffton Boy” learns to his sorrow that his idol has feet<br />
of clay.<br />
Artist unknown: Editor surmises Andrew or Luke<br />
Peeples. Image printed with the story.<br />
I saved every penny, nickel and dime I could get my<br />
hands on. I accumulated three dollars and ordered the<br />
book, requesting that it please be sent by return mail.<br />
It came in about three weeks. I took it to my room and<br />
examined it carefully. I selected the famous oration at<br />
the grave of a child as best suited to my purpose. It was<br />
a real tear-jerker and wasn’t too long. I sat up all night<br />
memorizing it. The next morning before I left my room,<br />
I hid the book under my mattress. I didn’t want to share<br />
it with anyone until I had tried out a certain experiment.<br />
Suddenly I realized that my talent was in my mouth. I<br />
didn’t even have an impediment. All I had to do was<br />
open my lips and talk. With a little practice down on the<br />
beach, I would be a second Demosthenes in no time.<br />
My mother was delighted to learn that I was going to be<br />
an orator .She had visions of another Dwight L. Moody or<br />
Charles Spurgeon. “You’ll make a wonderful preacher,”<br />
she said. She presented me with a new Bible and a copy<br />
of Pilgrim’s Progress.<br />
Pilgrim’s Progress was too slow for me. I wanted<br />
something with fire in it, like Patrick Henry’s “Give me<br />
liberty, or give me death!”<br />
I hunted around in the Bible. I found John the Baptist.<br />
There was a man after my own heart. He could turn<br />
words into weapons that put his enemies to flight. “O<br />
generation of vipers, who warned you to flee from the<br />
wrath to come?” was something I could really shout<br />
across the river. I memorized that famous passage and<br />
headed for the beach. I preached to great throngs of<br />
fiddlers. I preached to marsh hens and sandpipers. I even<br />
preached to an old poor-Joe. But he couldn’t take it. He<br />
rose from the mud with a vulgar rasping in his throat and<br />
flapped himself as far away as he could go.<br />
Then one day I read an advertisement in a magazine.<br />
A copy of orations by Robert Ingersoll could be had for<br />
three dollars cash. The orations, the ad said, were so<br />
beautiful people couldn’t read them without shedding<br />
tears.<br />
All morning while working at the yard chores assigned<br />
to me, I kept repeating the oration over and over in my<br />
mind. I repeated it at the woodpile. I repeated it in the<br />
stable while milking Daisy. By the time I was ready to<br />
go to the engine room for my duties there, I knew every<br />
word perfectly. I was ready for the great experiment. For<br />
the first time, I was going to deliver a great oration.<br />
One of my chores was to run the gasoline water pump<br />
every day to fill our 600-gallon storage tank. It was a<br />
one-cylinder Fairbanks-Morse engine that had replaced<br />
the hydraulic ram. It was noisy, but it could fill the tank<br />
in about 10 minutes.<br />
Keeping the storage batteries in the engine room<br />
charged was another chore of mine. There was no<br />
public electric service in Bluffton. We operated our own<br />
generator. It was installed right next to the water pump.<br />
So every morning while the pump engine was running,<br />
I would start the motor and charge the batteries at the<br />
same time, killing two birds, as it were, with one stone.<br />
I turned on the light hanging from the ceiling in the<br />
engine room. I closed the rolling-door. Then I cranked<br />
the engine and got it running smoothly. Then I started<br />
the generator.<br />
I moved to the rear of the room, as far from the door<br />
as I could get. With the noisy putt-putt of the gasoline<br />
engine, and the roaring whir of the motor, I felt that my<br />
voice would never be heard beyond the door, no matter<br />
how loud I shouted.<br />
I imagined a baby’s coffin at my feet, waiting to be<br />
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lowered into an open grave. A minister was standing<br />
beside me. The deceased child’s parents were seated<br />
directly in front of me. Scores of relatives and friends<br />
were standing around the grave. All eyes were focused<br />
on me, the great orator, as I began to speak.<br />
“My Friends: I know how vain it is to gild a grief with<br />
words, and yet I wish to take from every grave its fear.”<br />
I paused and smiled tenderly at the bereaved mother.<br />
Here in this world, where life and death are equal kings,<br />
all should be brave enough to meet what all the dead<br />
have met.” I saw a sea of heads nodding approval.<br />
“The future has been filled with fear, stained and<br />
polluted by the heartless past and from the wondrous<br />
tree of life, buds and blossoms fall with ripened fruit, and<br />
in the common bed of earth, patriarchs and babes sleep<br />
side by side.”<br />
The nods were repeated. I began to warm up. “Why do<br />
we fear that which will come to all that is and is to be? We<br />
cannot tell, we do not know, that the grave is the end of<br />
this life, or the door of another, or that the night here is<br />
not somewhere else a dawn. Neither can we tell which is<br />
the more fortunate: the child dying in its mother’s arms<br />
before its lips have learned to form a word, or he who<br />
journeys all the length of life’s uneven road, painfully<br />
taking the last slow steps with staff and crutch.”<br />
Tears filled every eye. Mouths were expectantly open,<br />
waiting for more. I looked down at the little grave.<br />
Compassion was in my eyes. “Every cradle asks us,<br />
whence? And every coffin Whither? The poor barbarian<br />
weeping above his dead can answer these questions just<br />
as well as the robed priest of the most authentic creed.”<br />
Amens rippled through the crowd. I lifted my eyes. I<br />
began to shout, defiantly.<br />
had been helping him in the store, and about a dozen<br />
customers who had followed them into the back yard.<br />
They were staring at me with mingled pity and alarm. It<br />
was obvious that they all thought I was a raving maniac.<br />
My father cut the engines off. Then put his arm around<br />
my shoulder and gently led me toward the house.<br />
“I know you’re all right, son,” he said. “But I think you<br />
had better lie down and keep quiet a while.”<br />
My mother and Liddy, our colored cook, were standing<br />
at the foot of the kitchen steps. “You poor boy,” my<br />
mother said, putting her arm around my waist and<br />
helping me up the steps. “It’s your liver. I know it’s your<br />
liver. A good dose of calomel will set you straight.” I was<br />
too embarrassed to open my mouth. I went quietly to<br />
my room and lay on the bed. Liddy brought me a cup<br />
of tea. “Drink this,” my mother said. “It will help some.”<br />
I drank the tea. It revived me enough to enable me to<br />
speak. “I was just practicing a speech,” I said. “I told you<br />
I was going to be a great orator.”<br />
I reached under the mattress and pulled out Ingersoll’s<br />
book. “This is where I got my oration,” I said, handing her<br />
the book. She stared at it for a moment. Then she flung<br />
it into the fire place, as though it had been a poisonous<br />
viper.<br />
“Burn it!” she cried. “Burn it, before your soul burns in<br />
hell! Robert Ingersoll was a child of the devil! He was an<br />
infidel! Didn’t you know that? Never read a word of this<br />
again as long as you live! Promise me, my son! Promise<br />
me!”<br />
I promised. And thus ended my career as a second<br />
Demosthenes.<br />
“No man standing where the horizon of a life has<br />
touched a grave has any right to prophesy a future filled<br />
with pain and tears. Maybe this common fate treads<br />
from out the paths between our hearts in the weeds of<br />
selfishness and hate. I would rather live and love where<br />
death is king, than have eternal life where love is not. We<br />
are all children of the same mother, and the same fate<br />
awaits us all. We, too, have our religion. It is this: help<br />
for the living, and hope for the dead.” I bowed my head<br />
and stepped back, so the minister could take over with<br />
“ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.”<br />
At that moment, the door to the engine room was rolled<br />
back, revealing my father, several of my brothers who<br />
Demosthenes bust in Trinity College<br />
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Who loves to dream? Who would love to live<br />
their dream life? Sometimes we just close<br />
our eyes and imagine our dreams. Dreams<br />
are what motivate people. Anything is<br />
possible, and if you believe, it will come true!<br />
By: Kasia Pawalek<br />
While writing about my life, it seems that I am writing<br />
fiction rather than the true story. What does an elegant<br />
young lady, always smiling and happy, know about life<br />
and its hardships?<br />
Just over 14 years ago I came from a quaint town in<br />
Poland where everyone knew each other. I vividly<br />
remember an event from middle school when one of my<br />
classmates stole a sandwich from my lunch, and because<br />
my grandmother knew his grandmother, he was in a<br />
world of trouble. The following day he was instructed by<br />
his grandma to bring an apology fruit basket which he<br />
offered with a heartfelt apology. I walked to school every<br />
day and often played with other kids after dark since it<br />
was always safe. That life falls under the definition of a<br />
safe-haven. I loved that part of it.<br />
However, my life in Poland was a boring reality in which<br />
going shopping was a predictable event, and normal<br />
life with a career just like everyone else’s was expected,<br />
almost a copy of my parents’ life. It was nothing short<br />
of the definition of being a miserable life for me. I was<br />
trying to please everyone and be a typical good teenage<br />
girl for years, and I could not stand it any longer. I had<br />
a strong desire to break free and be able to travel the<br />
world, to have a career that would be extraordinary and<br />
one in which I would be making a difference. Dreaming<br />
about it every night, this was all I could think about.<br />
My dreams may have attracted the reality because<br />
an opportunity appeared and I moved to the U.S. The<br />
dream was to let life’s adventures begin and let there be<br />
no more boring days.<br />
The journey began by waking up to a harsh reality in the<br />
downtown Detroit surrounded by pathology and crime<br />
scenes only seen in gangster or apocalyptic movies.<br />
Seeing people’s broken dreams, drug addicts, alcoholics,<br />
and abused women and children became the reflection<br />
of my life. However, this would only be the first chapter.
at school, while waiting in<br />
the store. It was stimulating<br />
to read tons of books on<br />
how to expand my skills<br />
and mind. To become a<br />
high achiever, there is a<br />
need to practice excessively<br />
to reach extreme levels,<br />
just like Michael Jordan or<br />
Serena Williams once did.<br />
The dream was to live my American Dream, and I knew I<br />
would not stop searching and striving for it! Wait! Stop! I<br />
had no car, no money, and no connections to people that<br />
would pull me up. How was this skinny girl that barely<br />
knew English going to make it?<br />
My English was not good enough to even identify a<br />
hair conditioner, so I bought a body lotion in CVS by<br />
mistake. I finally figured out it was supposed to be used<br />
on the body and not on my head. I felt at the bottom<br />
of the food chain, and for some reason, it excited me<br />
that life could be built from below ground zero. You<br />
would think that my hopeful attitude would have come<br />
crashing down after my shoes were stolen from my<br />
feet, and I had to walk barefoot home through an entire<br />
downtown, when I almost got killed by a gang chasing<br />
me to steal my tennis racket, or when I was just a<br />
nobody to everyone that had money or was from a good<br />
family. That didn’t bother me, and I grew in stamina,<br />
strength, and perseverance. The mission was to change<br />
my situation despite all obstacles. At that time, I wanted<br />
to be part of that society of families of lawyers, doctors,<br />
and intellectuals. However, learning English and the<br />
customs of a new country had to occur first.<br />
I studied 24/7 in libraries before it got dark and then<br />
would come home and continue studying in my room.<br />
At the same time, because of shyness and fear of talking<br />
to strangers, I had to work on my interpersonal skills.<br />
For those of you who know me, you probably could not<br />
even imagine that. But to overcome shyness, I started<br />
making small talk with random people on the streets,<br />
People respected me<br />
for my work ethic and<br />
perseverance. Fast forward<br />
a couple of years and I<br />
had decided to go for an<br />
undergraduate degree.<br />
Then, one day, a professor<br />
stopped me and told me<br />
that I had great potential.<br />
He had heard of me<br />
from students and other<br />
professors. He gave me an<br />
application to apply for a<br />
Graduate Assistant position at school. I got into graduate<br />
school, got the position and started doing exceptionally<br />
well. Money started coming my way because I had a<br />
couple of jobs that started at a minimal wage, and all<br />
of a sudden everyone was offering me better positions<br />
and more money per hour. It was all hard work, and<br />
nothing was given, but I’m grateful because it shaped<br />
and conditioned my character for what was to come. I<br />
began receiving the highest awards and recognition for<br />
my work at the university and colleges. Before I knew it<br />
I had received a Breakthrough Star award as a professor<br />
and was a part of many government grants, and national<br />
and international projects. I wrote scientific articles, and<br />
traveled all over Asia, Europe, North and South America,<br />
as well as part of Africa.<br />
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That’s a story for another article about how challenging<br />
it was to get where I am, a journey that almost broke<br />
me many times. There were also moments when I had<br />
to stand for the right thing when no one was watching,<br />
and there was no trophy in the end. I am proud of these<br />
things that I fought so hard for in a field for other women,<br />
minorities, and everyone that needed my support –<br />
that’s what matters.Through hard work, I was able to<br />
rub shoulders with the greatest minds and geniuses that<br />
were leaders in their fields. I became a vital and valued<br />
member of their world. All of that is great; however,<br />
the piece that holds my heart is helping people make<br />
a difference in their lives. It’s my true passion and not<br />
the awards and recognition or trying to be part of a high<br />
society. I found my passion, and I know that is something<br />
I am great at because an immigrant life starting at below<br />
ground zero conditioned me for it. It is true that dreams,<br />
hard work, perseverance, and a good heart will make a<br />
person successful, genuinely happy, and fulfilled.<br />
Now, in addition to being a Professor, I am also a<br />
REALTOR® at eXp Realty LLC, Team Leader, and<br />
businesswoman. I am tapping into all of what I have<br />
learned to be the best that I can be to help others.<br />
Someone asked me, “Is it about money that I am doing<br />
all of those things?” No, it is about a desire to be free, it<br />
is about the ability to help others, and money is just a byproduct.<br />
I’m grateful for this journey as it has made me<br />
a strong, diligent, and appreciative person. I found what<br />
I was searching for – my American Dream of success,<br />
a good work ethic, perseverance, a good heart, and<br />
freedom. I also learned a valuable lesson: be yourself and<br />
not only believe in your dreams but most importantly<br />
take action and go for it! Be consistent; hard work is<br />
required to get there, and success is around the corner.<br />
Money comes and goes; eventually, it is just a number on<br />
your account. Be prepared for when the success arrives<br />
and help others because that will bring you the greatest<br />
joy. Build a legacy that you can be proud of.<br />
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FOOD<br />
A Lowcountry Backyard Restaurant<br />
By Louise Lund<br />
Dave Peck, owner with his wife Raina Peck, of<br />
A Lowcountry Backyard Restaurant, grew up<br />
on Hilton Head Island, moving here as a boy in<br />
1977. “Those were completely different times<br />
and we enjoyed the simple life. There was<br />
only one flashing light here, no stoplights and<br />
traffic circles. We had a swing bridge that got<br />
stuck all too often. Highway 278 and Palmetto<br />
Bay Road were only two lanes, and there were<br />
no fast food restaurants.” They had oyster<br />
roasts on the May River and cookouts in the<br />
woods in the Forest Preserve in Sea Pines. “A<br />
Lowcountry Backyard Restaurant brings back<br />
those simpler times and the great food we<br />
grew up on,” Dave said.<br />
The Backyard Restaurant has been serving<br />
Lowcountry grub for the past 10 years. They<br />
were featured on the Travel Channel for their<br />
house specialty Shrimp and Grits - fresh<br />
shrimp, smoked sausage and shaved green<br />
onion over applewood bacon cream sauce<br />
with the best grits you’ll ever taste!<br />
Trip Advisor voted them Best in the State<br />
for their Potato Chip Meatloaf, which is<br />
ground pork and beef, seared and brushed<br />
with moonshine BBQ Sauce and topped with<br />
caramelized onions. The Island Crab Cakes,<br />
sautéed lump crab cakes topped with a lemon<br />
dill sauce, are the best you’ll find anywhere!<br />
Dave said his chef training is from the sandbar<br />
of May River and the woods of Sea Pines. “I<br />
grew up exchanging recipes with locals and<br />
with chefs and practiced those dishes until<br />
they were perfect.”<br />
“We have a full bar, complete with beer, wine,<br />
and cocktails. We feature South Carolina<br />
Moonshine. Try the Moonshine Punch,<br />
or Lemonshine, which is moonshine and<br />
lemonade!” Live entertainment is offered 6<br />
nights a week in the backyard. The Lowcountry<br />
Backyard Restaurant serves lunch and dinner<br />
and Sunday Brunch, and is located at 32<br />
Palmetto Bay Road, in the Village Exchange.<br />
Dave and Raina have recently opened another<br />
restaurant, Bad Biscuit. Decide if you want<br />
a biscuit sandwich or a smothered biscuit.<br />
They offer a variety of toppings – sausage<br />
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gravy, pot pie filling, bacon gravy, and<br />
shrimp n crab stew, to name a few.<br />
Dave said he loves biscuits and he likes<br />
to make what he loves! They serve an<br />
amazing breakfast – Cracka Dawners<br />
– with sausage, bacon, and house<br />
made chopped country ham spread. In<br />
addition, they serve hot soups, always<br />
Creamy Tomato Basil and Today’s Bad<br />
Soup! They also offer a Mean Green<br />
Salad with arugula, carrots, beets,<br />
brussels sprouts, tomatoes, crumbled<br />
blue cheese and house-made apple<br />
cider vinaigrette. The Street Corn Salad<br />
is the best I’ve had. Desserts include<br />
cinnamon biscuits with caramel and<br />
rum cream. The menu says it best - Put<br />
on your rain suit, grab a spoon, and<br />
prepare for droolin’ and scarfin’! Bad<br />
Biscuit serves breakfast and lunch and<br />
is located at 19 E Dunnagans Alley.<br />
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BLUFFTON<br />
May River Grill**<br />
1263 May River Rd.<br />
(843) 757-5755<br />
Toomers’ Bluffton Seafood<br />
House<br />
27 Dr. Mellichamp Dr.<br />
(843) 757-0380<br />
The Village Pasta Shoppe<br />
10 B, Johnston Way<br />
(843) 540-2095<br />
Agave Side Bar<br />
13 State Of Mind St.<br />
(843) 757-9190<br />
Alvin Ord’s of Bluffton<br />
1230 A, May River Rd.<br />
(843) 757-1300<br />
Bluffton BBQ<br />
11 State Of Mind St.<br />
(843) 757-7427<br />
The Bluffton Room<br />
15 Promenade St.<br />
(843) 757-3525<br />
British Open Pub<br />
1 Sherington Dr. #G<br />
(843) 815-6736<br />
Buffalo’s at Palmetto Bluff<br />
1 Village Park Square<br />
(843) 706-6630<br />
Cahill’s Chicken Kitchen<br />
1055 May River Rd.<br />
(843) 757-2921<br />
Calhoun’s<br />
9 Promenade St.<br />
(843) 757-4334<br />
Captain Woody’s<br />
17 State Of Mind St.<br />
(843) 757-6222<br />
Corner Perk<br />
1297 May River Rd.<br />
(843) 816-5674<br />
The Cottage<br />
38 Calhoun St.<br />
(843) 757-0508<br />
Downtown Deli<br />
1223 May River Rd<br />
(843) 815-5005<br />
Farm<br />
1301 May River Rd.<br />
(843) 707-2041<br />
Fat Patties<br />
207 Bluffton Rd.<br />
(843) 815-6300<br />
Giuseppi’s Pizza & Pasta<br />
25 Bluffton Rd., Ste. 601<br />
(843) 815-9200<br />
Grind Coffee Roasters<br />
7 Simmonsville Rd. #600<br />
(843) 422-7945<br />
HogsHead Kitchen • Wine Bar<br />
1555 Fording Island Rd., Ste. D<br />
(843) 837-4647<br />
Jim ’N Nick’s Bar-B-Q<br />
872 Fording Island Rd.<br />
(843) 706-9741<br />
The Juice Hive<br />
14 Johnston Way<br />
(843) 757-2899<br />
Katie O’Donald’s<br />
1008 Fording Island Rd. #B<br />
(843) 815-5555<br />
Local Pie Bluffton<br />
15 State Of Mind St.<br />
(843) 837-7437<br />
Longhorn Steakhouse<br />
1262 Fording Island Rd.,<br />
(843) 705-7001<br />
Mellow Mushroom<br />
878 Fording Island Rd.<br />
(843) 706-0800<br />
Mulberry Street Trattoria<br />
1476 Fording Island Rd.<br />
(843) 837-2426<br />
Okatie Ale House<br />
25 William Pope Ct.<br />
(843) 706-2537<br />
Old Town Dispensary<br />
15 Captains Cove<br />
(843) 837-1893<br />
Pinchos<br />
30 Malphrus Rd #102<br />
(843) 757-4599<br />
The Pearl Kitchen and Bar<br />
55 Calhoun St.<br />
(843) 757-5511<br />
Pour Richard’s<br />
4376 Bluffton Pkwy.<br />
(843) 757-1999<br />
(843) 837-1893<br />
Red Stripes<br />
Caribbean Cuisine<br />
8 Pin Oak St.<br />
(843) 757-8111<br />
Salty Dog Bluffton<br />
1414 Fording Island Rd.<br />
Tanger Outlet ll<br />
(843) 837-3344<br />
Sippin Cow<br />
36 Promenade St.<br />
(843) 757-5051<br />
Southern Barrel<br />
Brewing Co.<br />
375 Buckwalter P<br />
lace Blvd.<br />
(843) 837-2337<br />
Squat ’N’ Gobble<br />
1231 May River Rd.<br />
(843) 757-4242<br />
Truffle’s Cafe<br />
91 Towne Dr.<br />
(843) 815-5551<br />
Twisted European Bakery<br />
1253 May River Rd., Unit A<br />
(843) 757-0033
Blanco Burger<br />
Michael Hrizuk<br />
HILTON HEAD<br />
Alexander’s<br />
79 Queens Folly Road<br />
(843) 785-4999<br />
Annie O’s Kitchen<br />
124 Arrow Rd<br />
(843) 341-2664<br />
Beach Break Grille<br />
24 Palmetto Bay Rd, #F<br />
(843) 785-2466<br />
Bullies BBQ<br />
3 Regency Pkwy<br />
(843) 686-7427<br />
Charbar Co.<br />
33 Office Park Road, Ste 213<br />
(843) 785-2427<br />
Charlie’s L’Etoile Verte<br />
8 New Orleans Road<br />
(843) 785-9277<br />
(843) 681-2772<br />
CQ’s Restaurant Harbour Town<br />
140 Lighthouse Rd, Unit A<br />
(843) 671-2779<br />
Dough Boys Pizza<br />
1 New Orleans Rd<br />
(843)-686-2697<br />
Ela’s On The Water<br />
1 Shelter Cove Lane<br />
(843) 785-3030<br />
Fat Baby’s Pizza and Subs<br />
1034 William Hilton Pkwy<br />
(843) 842-4200<br />
Fishcamp at Broad Creek<br />
11 Simmons Road<br />
(843) 842-2267<br />
Flora’s Italian Cafe<br />
841 William Hilton Pkwy, Ste 841<br />
(843) 842-8200<br />
Frankie Bones<br />
1301 Main Street<br />
(843) 682-4455<br />
The French Bakery<br />
28 Shelter Cove Lane<br />
(843) 342-5420<br />
Gringo’s Diner<br />
1 N Forest Beach Dr, Unit E-5<br />
(843) 785-5400<br />
Hudson’s Seafood House<br />
on the Docks<br />
1 Hudson Rd<br />
Java Burrito Company<br />
1000 William Hilton Pkwy, Ste J6<br />
(843) 842-5282<br />
The Jazz Corner<br />
1000 Williamn Hilton Pkwy, Ste C-1<br />
(843) 842-8620<br />
Lucky Rooster Kitchen + Bar<br />
841 William Hilton Pkwy<br />
(843) 681-3474<br />
Michael Anthony’s Cucina Italiana<br />
37 New Orleans Road<br />
(843) 785-6272<br />
Old Oyster Factory<br />
101 Marshland Road<br />
(843) 681-6040<br />
Ombra Cucina Rustica<br />
1000 William Hilton Pkwy,<br />
Suite G2<br />
(843) 842-5505<br />
One Hot Mama’s<br />
7A Greenwood Dr<br />
(843) 682-6262<br />
Palmetto Bay Sunrise<br />
Cafe<br />
86 Helmsman Way<br />
(843) 666-3232<br />
Pomodori<br />
1 New Orleans Rd<br />
(843) 686-3100<br />
Porter & Pig<br />
1000 William Hilton Pkwy<br />
(843) 715-3224<br />
Red Fish<br />
8 Archer Rd<br />
(843) 686-3388<br />
Relish Cafe<br />
33 Office Park Rd, Unit 216<br />
(843) 715-0995<br />
Ruby Lee’s<br />
19 Dunnagans Alley<br />
(843) 785-7825<br />
Sage Room<br />
81 Pope Ave., Ste 13<br />
(843) 785-5352<br />
Santa Fe Cafe<br />
807 William Hilton Pkwy<br />
(843) 785-3838<br />
Skull Creek Boathouse<br />
397 Squire Pope Road<br />
(843) 681-3663<br />
The Studio<br />
20 Executive Park Rd<br />
(843) 785-6000<br />
Sunset Grille<br />
43 Jenkins Island Rd<br />
(843) 689-6744<br />
Trattoria Divina<br />
33 Office Park Rd, Ste 224<br />
(843) 686-4442<br />
Vine<br />
1 N. Forest Beach Drive<br />
(843) 686-3900<br />
Watusi Cafe<br />
71 Pope Ave<br />
(843) 686-5200<br />
Wise Guys<br />
1513 Main St.<br />
(843) 785-8866<br />
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The dog days of<br />
summer are over<br />
& I’m ready for<br />
school!<br />
OVER THE BRIDGES<br />
BLUFFTON<br />
Aug 1-29: Farmer’s Market of Bluffton 1pm - 6pm;<br />
Every Thursday; Carson Cottages in Old Town Bluffton<br />
40 Calhoun Street; (843) 415-2447<br />
Aug 1: The Chiggers Live 6pm - 9pm; Join us for live<br />
music! $5 cover charge, located at Rose Hill Plantation;<br />
1 Rose Hill Way<br />
Aug 3: Bluffton Lutzie 43 Road Race 5K 7:30am -<br />
10:30am; 5k through Bluffton’s Historic District to<br />
raise awareness and educate the public on the dangers<br />
of Distracted Driving. Some of the proceeds will go<br />
towards giving one student a $4,300 scholarship<br />
towards college; 63 Wharf Street<br />
Aug 3: Back to School Fun Day 11am - 4pm; The<br />
Bluffton Area Community Association is hosting its<br />
9th Annual Back-to-School Fun day for our families in<br />
the community. Free event! If you would like to donate<br />
money, supplies, or volunteer your time, please call<br />
Sharon Brown at (843) 368 - 6755; Oscar Fraizer Park<br />
Aug 3: National Mead Day 5pm - 6pm; Come<br />
celebrate National Mead Day with Savannah Brewers<br />
League, American Homebrewers Association, Bee-<br />
Town Mead and Cider, and some fun-loving locals as<br />
we visit the Pit of Misery; 1230 B May River Road<br />
Aug 17: The 9th Annual Bobcat Scorcher 5k 8am;<br />
Enjoy the scenery while racing on a flat and fast allroad<br />
course within the Hampton Hall Community.<br />
Proceeds will not only benefit the BLHS Cross Country<br />
Team, but will also contribute to the Grace Sulak<br />
Scholarship Foundation, and to the Scorcher Senior<br />
Student Scholarship Fund; Hampton Hall Clubhouse,<br />
170 Hampton Hall Boulevard<br />
HILTON HEAD ISLAND<br />
Aug 1, 8, & 15: Movie Night in the Park 9pm; After<br />
the sun sets over Broad Creek, join us waterside at<br />
Shelter Cove Community Park for a summer full of<br />
blockbuster hits! No admission fee. Aug 1 - The Parent<br />
Trap (1998), Aug 8 - Monsters, Inc., Aug 15 - Indiana<br />
Jones Raiders of the Lost Ark; 39 Shelter Cove Lane<br />
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Aug 1-4: Legally Blonde: The Musical 8pm; A<br />
fabulously fun award-winning musical based on the<br />
adored movie. Legally Blonde: The Musical follows<br />
the transformation of the beautiful and popular Elle<br />
Woods as she tackles stereotypes and obstacles in<br />
pursuit of her dreams. Visit artshhi.com for ticketing<br />
information; 14 Shelter Cove Lane<br />
Aug 3, 10, & 17: Sunset Celebration Concert Series<br />
7pm - 10pm; Join us on the banks of Broad Creek for<br />
a picnic and sunset serenade at the pavilion in Shelter<br />
Cove Community Park. No admission fee. Aug 3 -<br />
Headliners, Aug 10 - Deas Guyz, Aug 17 - Cranford<br />
Hollow; 39 Shelter Cove Lane<br />
Aug 6 & 13: Summer Jams 5pm - 9pm; The Island<br />
Recreation Association is proud to bring you a funfilled,<br />
festive atmosphere with the highlight of the<br />
night fireworks which starts around 9pm. Kids of all<br />
ages can enjoy inflatable bounce houses and face<br />
painitng for a minimal fee; 39 Shelter Cove Lane<br />
Aug 8-11: The Wizard of Oz 7pm; Presented by Bluffton<br />
Youth Theatre. Join Dorothy Gale and her dog Toto as<br />
they journey down the Yellow Brick Road through the<br />
Merry Old Land of Oz! Visit blufftonyouththeatre.org<br />
for ticketing information; Hilton Head Preperatory<br />
Main Street Theater; 3000 Main Street<br />
Aug 22: Carolina Dreamers Car Club Cruise-In 5pm<br />
- 8pm; Takes place on Shelter Cove Lane waterside<br />
overlooking Broad Creek. No costs, open to all<br />
automotive enthusiasts. Plenty of shopping and dining<br />
withing a two block radius; 39 Shelter Cove Lane<br />
BEAUFORT<br />
Aug 3: Refresh Women’s Day Retreat 10am - 4pm;<br />
Join us for a day of encouragement, worship, teaching,<br />
and fellowship to get your school year off to a great<br />
start! The guest speaker is Ruth Chou Simmons - an<br />
artist, aurthor, and mother of si; Praise Assembly; 800<br />
Parris Island Gateway<br />
Aug 5: Movie Night - The Biggest Little Farm 7pm;<br />
Every Monday night enjoy a wide variety of amazing<br />
independent films; University of South Carolina<br />
Beaufort Center for the Arts; 805 Carteret Street<br />
Aug 6: An Evening with Jessica Handler, Author<br />
of “The Magnetic Girl” 5:30pm - 6:30pm ; The Pat<br />
Controy Literary Center will host Handler for a book<br />
discussion. “The Magnetic Girl” has been named one<br />
of Wall Street Journal’s Ten Books You’ll Want to Read<br />
This Spring. The discussion will be followed by a book<br />
signing; 905 Port Republic Street<br />
Aug 10-11: The 22nd Annual Beaufort City Golf<br />
Championship 9am; This is a 36 hole individual<br />
medal play tournament that is broken down into two<br />
divisions. Tournament will be held at Ocean Point Golf<br />
Links on Aug 10 & Ocean Creek Golf Course on Aug 11<br />
Aug 24: 3rd Annual STEAM Festival 10am - 3pm;<br />
STEAM, which stands for Science, Technology,<br />
Engineering, Art, & Math, is an innovative movement<br />
that has been taking root over the past several<br />
years. Vendors will show how one or more of the five<br />
categories are utilized in their line of work. It is free &<br />
family friendly; Maritime Center; 310 Okatie Hwy<br />
Aug 30 - Sept 1: 10th Annual Edisto Beach Music &<br />
Shag Festival 11am - 7pm ; Over 30 arts and crafts<br />
vendors, food vendors, and three days of entertainment<br />
and family fun; Bay Creek Park; 3706 Docksite Road<br />
SAVANNAH<br />
Aug 1-4: Gourmet Seafood & Spirits Festival Various<br />
Times; Annual food and drink festival at the Westin<br />
Hotel on Hutchinson Island, to benefit the Savannah<br />
Harbor Foundation, with chef’s table, lowcountry<br />
picnic, brunch, mixology contest and more; 1 Resort Dr<br />
Aug 2: First Fridays in Starland 6pm - 9pm; First<br />
Fridays in Starland is a community event featuring<br />
art, music, food, and shopping in Savannah’s coolest<br />
neighborhood; Bull Street between Park and Victory<br />
Aug 3-25: Savannah Voice Festival Various Times;<br />
Dozens of classical voice performances across the<br />
city, including concerts, opera, theatre and food and<br />
wine events; Event is held at various venues, visit<br />
savannahvoicefestival.org for more information<br />
Aug 3-31: Forsyth Farmer’s Market 9am - 1pm;<br />
Weekly farmer’s market in the southern part of Forsyth<br />
Park, every Saturday morning<br />
Aug 8-25: 9 to 5: The Musical 3pm & 8pm; 9 to 5 The<br />
Musical, with music and lyrics by Dolly Parton, is based<br />
on the seminal 1980 hit movie. Visit savannahtheatre.<br />
com for ticketing information; 222 Bull Street<br />
Aug 17: Leopold’s Ice Cream 100 Year Birthday Block<br />
Party 11am - 7pm; Come help us celebrate 100 years<br />
of tasty memories with music, games, dancing in the<br />
street, and our largest “I Pledge for Ice Cream” event<br />
ever; 212 E Broughton Street<br />
Aug 30 - Sept 1: BBQ & Wings Festival Various Times;<br />
Festival brought to you by Savannah Waterfront<br />
Association for Labor Day weekend; River Street<br />
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Seasons Change<br />
By Gene Cashman<br />
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Bill stared at the map in front of him. He studied it hard, or pretended to, even though he knew it by heart. The reality<br />
was he wasn’t much in the mood for talking. There was a long journey ahead and he was ready to get back on the road.<br />
Bill watched for his son, Kyle, to emerge from the gas station. He impatiently tapped his fingers on the wheel. It wasn’t<br />
as much frustration as it was just nervous energy. He hadn’t anticipated this day would come so soon, but it had. Heck,<br />
he could remember back to when Kyle couldn’t go to overnight summer camp without calling home the first night. That<br />
seemed like such a long time ago in the present moment. He observed a hand written sign advertising “live-bait” in the<br />
gas station window. It reminded him of that one trip, perhaps when Kyle was eleven or twelve. It was when they went<br />
fishing in Louisiana. He smiled remembering their laughter playing cards late into the night. It had been a core memory<br />
trip for Kyle, as he frequently brought up remembrances from that week together. Kyle finally emerged from the gas<br />
station talking a mile a minute. “I got us refills on the drinks and more sunflower seeds.” Bill nodded a fatherly nod. All<br />
that was left to do was to get moving.<br />
“Mom said she and the littles would be about an hour behind us” Kyle enthusiastically offered as he piled in the passenger<br />
seat of his Ford Explorer. “She called my cell. They just left the house.”<br />
“How was she” Bill inquired, knowing full well his wife would be a mess for a week.<br />
“Oh, you know mom” Kyle shrugged as he popped a handful of sunflower seeds into his mouth. “She wanted to make<br />
sure I remembered who I was and where I came from.”<br />
“And, do you?” Bill offered to keep the conversation grounded.<br />
Kyle slapped his father’s shoulder with a smile, “Dad, you know I do. I have only been in training for this for the last<br />
eighteen years.”<br />
Bill gripped the wheel and put the truck into drive. He knew his son was a good kid. He worried about everyone else.
“How about we put on some good music?” Kyle scrolled through his phone. “Enough of the Allman Brothers Band already.<br />
We’ve worn them out.”<br />
Bill smiled. “In my day, we would dance all night to live music at the fraternity house. You interested in anything like that?”<br />
Kyle shrugged “You remember Jack Sutton? He went to State last year and pledged. He said it was okay, but most of his<br />
friends weren’t in a fraternity.”<br />
There was a pause in the conversation before Kyle offered “Jack didn’t really fit in that scene and I sort of feel like I won’t<br />
either.”<br />
“You carve your own path son,” Bill reminded. “You don’t have to do it the way me and your mom did. It’s a different world<br />
now.”<br />
Kyle found the music he liked and turned up the volume. To Bill’s delight it was one of their favorites, Paul Simon’s<br />
Graceland.<br />
“Great road trip song, wouldn’t you agree?”<br />
Bill nodded, grateful in that moment he’d taken Kyle on enough father and son trips for him to form his own opinion on<br />
the matter. And for a while it seemed like just another road trip.<br />
“Dad?” Kyle asked inquisitively after a period of silence “what if this doesn’t work out? I mean what if I get there and<br />
totally bomb out and have no friends.”<br />
Bill watched the bumper of the car in front of them and searched his mind for some fatherly wisdom. “Son” he finally<br />
offered clearing his throat, “me and your mother love you no matter what.”<br />
“Yeah, but what if?”<br />
Bill abruptly interrupted, “No what if. It is totally normal to be nervous, but be confident in who you are. Our love is there<br />
regardless.”<br />
The campus had changed so much since Bill had been a student he’d had a challenging time finding his old haunts. When<br />
he and Kyle toured the campus about the only recognizable landmark was the football stadium. Even still, Kyle fell in<br />
love with the engineering program. Now here they were pulling into campus for one last father and son dinner before<br />
unpacking for college. Bill pulled into the parking lot of the one restaurant that remained from his time there. The sign for<br />
The Flush beckoned them to come inside. “We can take a load off here” Bill offered. “Your dorm is just around the corner.”<br />
“Mom called again” Kyle offered. “They will meet us at the dorm and help unpack. They are about an hour out so we have<br />
plenty of time for a bite to eat.”<br />
Bill studied the menu. The lump<br />
in his throat had returned. Being<br />
back in that diner flooded him<br />
with memories. “Burger is solid”<br />
he offered, “or it used to be.”<br />
A waitress sauntered up to the<br />
table “best dang burger in the<br />
state, best shakes too.”<br />
Kyle beamed “I’m starved. Give<br />
me a cheeseburger and chocolate<br />
shake.”<br />
The waitress looked at Bill.<br />
“Side salad is fine with me.”<br />
“Dad, I cannot believe you aren’t<br />
hungry. This place looks great.<br />
That is probably why it has stayed<br />
open so long.”<br />
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Bill rubbed his cheeks with the palm of his hands. “Yeah, we used to call them gut bombs. We’d pile them in after a late<br />
night or during finals.”<br />
Kyle flipped the menu over and looked at the beer selection.<br />
“You party a lot when you were in school?”<br />
“Yeah, I suspect I did” Bill offered candidly, “until I met your mother. She helped me grow up quite a bit. Good thing for<br />
you, she’s been working on you all these years so you don’t make the same mistakes I did.”<br />
Kyle smiled. “Yeah, I guess.”<br />
Bill spoke up quickly. “No I mean it, and as a compliment. You are a much more mature young man than I was at your age.<br />
I am really proud of you.”<br />
“What mistakes did you make?”<br />
Bill poked at his salad. “Wasted a lot of time I suppose, drinking beer and playing darts. Certainly, those things are okay.<br />
I just didn’t really have a rudder or a sail. I was stuck in neutral. I wasn’t in church. I wasn’t hitting the books. As we have<br />
always told you, we don’t expect you to be perfect. My version of imperfect was a lot about a lack of direction. I got lost<br />
in the shadows.”<br />
Kyle listened. He had asked and heard this all before, but there was a certain reassurance in that the story and the<br />
expectation on him had never changed. He too had made his share of mistakes in high school but the doorway home had<br />
always remained unlocked and open.<br />
The bell above the door chimed and a bunch of kids piled through talking and laughing loudly. They looked so young to<br />
Bill, but in actuality they were probably juniors and seniors. Kyle’s attention perked up and he studied them intently. The<br />
conversation dropped while Kyle observed their every movement.<br />
“Guess it is getting to be that time” Bill prompted, his eyes fixated on a faded picture of the 1985 conference champs that<br />
hung over the juke-box.<br />
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Kyle stood up first. “This is going to be awesome! Let’s<br />
get unpacked!”<br />
The dorm smelled like a tortured mixture of body odor<br />
and body spray. Bill smiled realizing that his wife would<br />
instantly work to sanitize what young men wouldn’t even<br />
remotely appreciate for years to come, namely a clean<br />
and sanitary place to live. Music blared and kids darted<br />
up and down the long corridor. The excitement of a new<br />
semester was in full bloom. Kyle’s room was empty. His<br />
roommate had not arrived yet. Bill was relieved for a few<br />
more minutes alone with Kyle.<br />
“This is great” Kyle exclaimed dropping his duffle on<br />
the single bed closest to the window. “Put the box over<br />
there. Oh boy the mini-fridge can fit right under there.”<br />
Kyle darted about the tiny room.<br />
Bill remembered when his father had driven him to<br />
college. They had gone to the hardware store and bought milk crates and an unfinished<br />
door to make him a desk.<br />
“So, your mom just texted and she will be here with the hugs and your little brother and<br />
sister. You know she will want to fluff. Just let her do what makes her feel like you’re tucked<br />
in and make it your own later. Okay?”<br />
“No problem dad,” Kyle said with his head buried in the box of knick-knacks he had brought<br />
along. He paused and held up a thick white envelope.<br />
“Read it later son. It’s just some words from me and some rainy day cash. Read it again if<br />
you ever doubt yourself or forget that you are loved.”<br />
Kyle stood up and gave him a huge bear hug.<br />
“I love you dad.”<br />
Bill held onto his son and let the memories flow down his cheeks, grateful the roommate<br />
and his wife were still not there.<br />
“I’m not crying because I worry about you, son. I just have such a full heart.”<br />
Kyle patted his dad on the shoulder. The two men dried their eyes.<br />
“It’s just the beginning of another great chapter” Kyle reassured.<br />
Bill smiled, “I look forward to putting those words to paper.”<br />
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Golf Guide<br />
Golf Courses- Bluffton & Okatie<br />
Belfair Golf Club<br />
200 Belfair Oaks Blvd, (843) 757 0715<br />
Berkeley Hall Club<br />
366 Good Hope Rd. (843) 815 8494<br />
Colleton River Plantation Club<br />
60 Colleton River Drive, (843) 837 3131<br />
Crescent Pointe Golf Club<br />
1 Crescent Pointe Dr, (843) 292 7778<br />
Eagle’s Pointe Golf Club<br />
1 Eagle Pointe Dr, (843) 757 5900<br />
Hampton Hall Golf Club<br />
89 Old Carolina Road, (843) 837 3131<br />
Hilton Head National Golf Club<br />
60 Hilton Head National Dr, (843) 842 5900<br />
Moss Creek Golf Club<br />
1523 Fording Island Road, (843) 837 2231<br />
Island West Golf Club<br />
40 Island West Drive, (843) 689 6660<br />
Oldfield Golf Club<br />
9 Oldfield Way Okatie, (843) 645-4600<br />
Pine Crest Golf Course<br />
1 Pinecrest Way, (843) 757 8960<br />
Rose Hill Golf Club<br />
4 Clubhouse Drive, (843) 757 9030<br />
Sun City Golf Club<br />
672 Cypress Hills Dr, (843) 705 4057<br />
Designer, Course<br />
Tom Fazio: East<br />
West<br />
Tom Fazio: North<br />
South<br />
Yds*<br />
6,936<br />
7,129<br />
Rating*<br />
74.4<br />
75.3<br />
75.1<br />
75.2<br />
Jack Nicklaus<br />
6,936 76.1<br />
Pete Dye<br />
7,129 74.7<br />
Arnold Palmer 6,733 n/a<br />
Davis Love III 6,738 73.1<br />
Pete Dye<br />
Gary Player<br />
Bobby Weed<br />
George Fazio: South<br />
Tom Fazio: North<br />
Clyde B. Johnston<br />
Fuzzy Zoeller<br />
7,503<br />
6,885<br />
6,555<br />
76.9<br />
73.4<br />
72.5<br />
Greg Norman 7,142 75.4<br />
Rocky Rocquemore<br />
Mark McCumber: Hidden Cyprus<br />
Mark McCumber: Okatie Creek<br />
7,204<br />
7,254<br />
6,731<br />
7,489 n/a<br />
6,946<br />
6,724<br />
72.7<br />
6,803 73.2<br />
Gene Hamm 6,961 74.1<br />
73.2<br />
71.9<br />
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*Ratings for the longest tees
Golf Courses- Hilton Head Island<br />
Designer, Course<br />
Yds*<br />
Rating*<br />
Atlantic Dunes<br />
Sea Pines<br />
Davis Love III 7,000<br />
74.3<br />
Bear Creek<br />
237 Whooping Crane Way<br />
Country Club of Hilton Head<br />
70 Skull Creek Drive<br />
Dolphin Head<br />
56 High Bluff Road, Hilton Head Plantation<br />
Rees Jones 6,804 75.2<br />
Rees Jones 6,919 75.2<br />
Gary Player 6606 72.7<br />
George Fazio<br />
2 Carnoustie Court , Palmetto Dunes<br />
George Fazio<br />
6,873<br />
73.9<br />
Golden Bear<br />
100 Indigo Run Drive<br />
Jack Nicklaus<br />
7,014<br />
74.9<br />
Harbour Town Golf Links<br />
Sea Pines<br />
Heron Point<br />
100 N. Sea Pines Drive<br />
Oyster Reef Golf Club<br />
1555 High Bluff Road<br />
Pete Dye 7,099 75.6<br />
Pete Dye 7,103 74.9<br />
Rees Jones 7,005 74.7<br />
Robbers Row<br />
Port Royal Golf & Racquet Club<br />
George W. Cobb &<br />
Willard C. Byrd<br />
6,657 73.3<br />
Robert Trent Jones<br />
7 Trent Jones Lane, Palmetto Dunes<br />
Trent Jones &<br />
Roger Rulewich<br />
7,005<br />
74.7<br />
Shipyard Golf Club<br />
45 Shipyard Drive<br />
George W. Cobb 6,878 73.2<br />
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Feeling Good Turns Into Looking Good<br />
I have grown up in Bluffton. I have always been one to try things. Something trendy? I’ll<br />
try it. A one wheeled skateboard? Bamboo underwhear? Crazy diet....? One thing that<br />
I have always been into is being athletic, I guess. But then I had kids and stuff got wierd.<br />
This month I am here to tell you some of the pitfalls of getting older, lazier, and a few<br />
tricks I am implementing right now to beat the bulge and still have fun with the fork.<br />
You thought I was gonna start talking about dieting? Keto. Nah. I think the biggest<br />
problem we have as human beings [who are more similar than we are different] is the<br />
By: Jevon Daly<br />
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lazy factor. When you’re young you are always moving. As we get older we all just wanna relax when we aren’t<br />
working. Ok. Some of you out there are walking, running or walk - run - walking or biking around or just ‘walkin<br />
the dog’. I see you out there behind the boat doing the ski thing. Cool. Then there are some of you that say “I wait<br />
tables and I get my cardio that way.” NO!!!! Heart rate needs to get up there before you are gonna start burnin<br />
them calories. I see alot of you when I’m running, then later you say “I can’t do that!” like I am so much different<br />
than you. When i got into running 6 years ago I was 210. Big boy. You have all seen bigger versions of “je-VON”,<br />
don’t act like you haven’t. I just made some small goals and stuck with my little program. I am definetly never<br />
going to be able to hang with “Parkway Jesus” but when I run I have fun . People yell at me from their cars-<br />
“speed up old man!” I love it.<br />
I feel this way about the body. The body needs to get beat up a little. Get out of your comfort zone and ditch<br />
the scone. The body needs to stay hydrated too. When it’s super hot, like it is now, you gotta make sure you are<br />
keeping the fluids comin in. But I think you can skip that extra slice of pizza and see what happens. Why not try<br />
some little moves instead of some crazy thing you won’t be able to sustain. A young girl the other day said to<br />
me “I wanna lose 20 lbs this summer”......I just turned to her and nicely barked “GIRL THAT’S DANGEROUS!”.<br />
Besides, it probably is dangerous and you gotta feel good while you are shedding. You ever skip breakfast and<br />
lunch then wonder why you turned into that HANGRY girl? Well. Same goes with the way you will feel if you stop<br />
eating carbs. Or stop anything cold turkey for that matter. Little changes are the secret to big things happening.<br />
Making some small goals. Set some attainable, easy ones. As we hit our 30’s we kinda let ourselves go while we<br />
are trying to brand ourselves or come up with that million dollar business idea. Plus, we get stressed out trying to<br />
get ahead, and we let our behinds grow in the process. Then we say “I don’t have time”. We tell ourselves theres<br />
no time. That is crap. You will feel better once you get moving. If you had to start wearing that one pair of “big<br />
boy” jeans, just wait till you get back to your 34”s....or 32”s......Your knees and feet will thank you later. Then you<br />
can have your knees write me a personal thank you note. On some nice stationary. Please tell your knees that<br />
snail mail is so much more personal than an email. A card is always gonna make someone smile.<br />
Maybe your knees can include me in their will. We all wanna get rich or at least buy that boat or go on that trip,<br />
but sometimes we neglect our bodies working extra hours and pulling double shifts. Treat Yo self by taking care<br />
of your ‘temple’. Your body is yours. Love yourself a little more. Make up a funny recipe that is healthy and call<br />
yourself Beyonce while you are making it. Feeling good turns into Looking good. Oh ...and one more thing....<br />
Tony Little Rules!!!!<br />
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Change Your Latitude
If you are like me, either in Hilton Head or Bluffton, anywhere in the Lowcountry, I’m sure you have heard<br />
about this Latitude Margaritaville place. You know there are a lot of Parrotheads out there. Jimmy Buffett<br />
said “Where is Margaritaville? It’s in your mind.” I wandered around the Visitor’s Center, there were no walls!<br />
All glass offices, open, unconfining, relaxing – colorful beach chairs, fun little vignettes giving one a hint of<br />
cookouts, bike riding, kicking back, putting your feet up and taking it easy.<br />
I think that was the way they planned it! A feeling of comfort from the get go.<br />
My host and long time friend John Strother greeted me and instantly you could tell he was a happy person that<br />
knew how to truly enjoy life. Smiling from ear to ear, a great tan, and sporting a colorful Tommy Bahama silk<br />
shirt. John is the Broker-in-Charge, a true poster child for the way of life that that his prospects are looking for.<br />
We jumped into a golf cart for a tour – not any golf cart – the roof was a surf board with a skeg as large as a<br />
shark-fin.<br />
By Tim O’Neal and<br />
Randolph Stewart<br />
Latitude Margaritaville Hilton Head is the newest of the popular adult Margaritaville-lifestyle active adult<br />
communities and promises to bring the iconic island lifestyle to life through its plentiful amenities, architecture,<br />
entertainment and good vibes. Although it is just beginning, and new homes are filling up, there are hundreds<br />
of workers and machines building amenities, paving new streets, dozens of houses under construction,<br />
landscapers everywhere, you can already sense that this a special place. The first thing that they finished is<br />
the Barkaritaville Dog Park. Resort level amenities will include a state-of-the-art Fins Up! Fitness Center with<br />
aerobics studio, indoor lap pool, spa, group fitness classes, wellness and community programs and more.<br />
Additional amenities include a Paradise Pool with beach entry, cabanas and tiki huts; tennis, pickleball and<br />
bocce ball courts; Workin’ N’ Playin’ Center for arts, crafts and other programs, and a Coconut Telegraph Business<br />
Center. Residents can relax at a Latitude Bar & Chill Restaurant, Changes in Attitude poolside bar and Last Mango<br />
Theater for dances and banquets. They are even building The Hanger, for residents golf cart tune ups.<br />
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Retirement is an oxymoron at Latitude Margaritaville. After working so hard for decades, now is the time and<br />
here is the place to enjoy the best years to come. New friends, a wide choice of homes and villas, did I mention<br />
low maintenance, you never have to mow your grass again, daytime and nighttime activities and music – you<br />
think of it, they have it, and more to come. Here is the good news – HOA fees are under $250 per month!<br />
Latitude Margaritaville, a Minto community, is around 2,700 acres and there will be 3,000 homes and villas.<br />
When you look at the land plan model at the Visitor’s Center you see that clusters of neighborhoods are<br />
scattered around the community bordering and woven around preserves, lagoons and natural resources. You<br />
are a short walk, bike or golf cart ride to your friend’s home or all the amenities in the Town Center. You will be<br />
smack dab in the middle of Hilton Head Island, historic Old Town Bluffton, Savannah and Beaufort.<br />
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The homes are most affordable and are built with low maintenance and energy conservation in mind. The light<br />
open floor plans and airy screened patios face undisturbed nature. The multi-pastel color palette, and if I may<br />
say, non-traditional styling, gives each street a personality not found in the Lowcountry - Key West with a blend<br />
of Southern charm.<br />
Along with the many in-community amenities Latitude Margaritaville will have 72-acres of retail, dining and<br />
entertainment right outside the gate, and it’s golf cart accessible.<br />
Driving through the gates headed back to the studio, I thought that us baby boomers may be getting older but<br />
that doesn’t mean we stop enjoying our lives. At Margaritaville attitude adjustments are available daily.<br />
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OLD TOWN BLUFFTON PROPERTIES<br />
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