Crossroad … Journey South

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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 …

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continued …..

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