When You Walk Through A Storm

If you read my personal Facebook post, well, this post may be a bit similar but, hey, you’re here so why not keep reading? I walk/run at daylight on the beach to avoid all people. No, I’m not an introvert or anything, lol! Are any cartoonists extroverts? I wonder. I met a famous cartoonist one time and I expected him to be funny in person, but he wasn’t. It’s always a surprise when you have an image of someone in your mind and then you meet them and they’re nothing like that. So, if you meet me and I’m nothing like you thought I’d be, well, I understand your disappointment. Anyway, I set out at daylight and made it to Fort Caswell. When you round the corner, there’s always this really strong wind that you have to contend with. I tell people that it’s the Baptist trying to dissuade visitors but, really, it’s always been that way, even before they bought the entire place after WWII. At least, that’s what I’ve been told. It was all a bit before my time. I talked to a man there once who had owned one of the cottages on the beach during the war. At night, they had black shades to pull down to cover the windows so German U-boats wouldn’t spot the lights. Pretty sure I would have just moved. Yep. But, I digress. About the time I got to the front of the fort, a huge storm blew in and, in no time at all, I was absolutely soaked. The rain was blinding and when I headed back around the corner, I almost ran straight into another runner. He had the whole sea captain look going on which, I think, is a pretty good look. I was never really into the GQ type. He said I looked a bit wet, and I told him he was headed straight for a storm. “I know. I like to face storms head on, not run from them,” he told me. I found that rather intriguing. Me? I’m just gonna stick with trying to outrun them. Sometimes, I’m successful and other times, well, not so much. And during those times? I pull the shades down and hide out, just like that gentleman way back then did.