Crossroad … Journey South November 22, 2014January 28, 2015 I made my way further south to the coast where I settled into a community of Greeks … ….. a small island of Greek culture apart from the surrounding world … ….. people who searched for sponges in the warm waters of the Gulf, built boats and told endless stories through the ancient language of beauty and thought … ….. Stories that captivated my mind even though I didn’t understand a word … . ….. Their words … ?… music to my ears … melody and cadence that rose and fell filled … I supposed … with adventure and humor … the details hidden from my mind yet, endlessly interesting or hilariously funny … ….. like an adventurer from another land might feel at first encounter with blues music, captivated by its power but unknowing of it’s history or intent ….. ….. I spent most of my days working between the giant chalks that held the 70 foot shrimp boats above ground … … we hauled from the water with thick cables over railroad tracks below the shore line … ….. giving maintenance to their hulls … scraping barnacles from their underbellies, filling their cracked seams with braids of cotton pounded in with a wooden maul then … ….. … dressing them out with coats of copper paint before returning them to gulf waters after a few days of R and R … continued ….. Share this:TwitterLinkedInRedditPocketPinterestPrintEmailMoreFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related