10.23.2026 – transformation that

transformation that
amazes who witness it for
first time — countless times

Salt marsh along Broad Creek looking south on Hilton Head Island.

Above all else, salt marshes are ruled by the tides.

Coastal marshes are among only a handful of Earth’s natural ecosystems—the others being mangrove forests, beaches, and rocky seashores—subjected to these predictable daily inundations.

Animals that live in the marsh or regularly come to it for food and shelter must move to the tidal beat.

Here in South Carolina, the tides twice daily sweep into the rivers and sounds and then into smaller and smaller creeks—and then cover the entire marsh with a mixture of salt water from the sea and fresh water off the land. It’s a remarkable transformation that amazes those who witness it for the first time — and even those who have seen it countless times.

A professor once explained the process to me: “Tidal creeks and rivers,” she said, “assume dendritic patterns of smaller and smaller channels, which act both as tributaries during ebb tides and distributaries during flood tides.”

The world of the salt marsh : appreciating and protecting the tidal marshes
of the southeastern Atlantic coast
by Charles Seabrook (Athens, GA: University of Georgia Press, 2012).

I grew up on the east coast.

The east coast of Lake Michigan that is.

It could also be identified as the West Coast of Lower Michigan.

The Big Lake, as we called it, to let folks know we weren’t talking about any of the uncountable number of small lakes in Western Lower Michigan.

There were no tides on the Big Lake and few lake side marshes as the Western side of Lower Michigan was made up of sand dunes over clay banks.

I thought I knew all you could know about big bodies of water.

Then I moved to the Low Country of South Carolina and learned about the Salt Marsh.

I learned about the salt marsh and the tides.

I learned about the “bite” of the East Coast, geographically known as the Georgia Bight (or South Atlantic Bight)—is a massive, inward-curving bend in the coastline that stretches roughly from Cape Hatteras, North Carolina, down to West Palm Beach, Florida, centering deeply along the coast of Georgia and South Carolina.

This distinct indentation has a profound, amplifier effect on the region’s high tides.

While most of the East Coast experiences a modest tidal range of 1 to 3 feet, the center of the Georgia Bight (including places like Savannah, Georgia, and Hilton Head Island, South Carolina) experiences normal daily tidal shifts of 6 to 8 feet, occasionally spiking to 8 to 10 feet during seasonal extremes.

Those daily tidal shifts of 6 to 8 feet, occasionally spiking to 8 to 10 feet during seasonal extremes are an amazing thing.

Always the same.

Always different.

With the tides on a 10 hour cycle, the times of high and low tide are different every day.

A beautiful huge stretch of beach at noon on one day will be a high tide at noon a few days later.

As Mr. Seabrook writes, “It’s a remarkable transformation that amazes those who witness it for the first time — and even those who have seen it countless times.“

10.22.2026 – want America to

want America to
really be for everybody
let us make it so

Can we not put our heads together and think and plan — not merely dream — the future America?

We do not want any secondary Americans.

We do not want a weak and imperfect democracy.

We do not want poverty and hunger and prejudice and fear on the part of any portion of our population.

We want America to really be America for everybody.

Let us make it so!

Langston Hughes, Speech at the Public Session of the Third American Writers’ Congress, Carnegie Hall, New York City, June 2, 1939. (Langston Hughes Papers. James Weldon Johnson Collection in the Yale Collection of American Literature, Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library.)

Something about Mr. Hughes’ words remind of the words used in what some call The Birth Cerificate of the United States of America, otherwise known as the Declaration of Indepedence.

The words where Mr. Jefferson, with contributions from the rest of the Continental Congress, wrote:

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

They were saying …

We do not want any secondary Americans.

We do not want a weak and imperfect democracy.

We do not want poverty and hunger and prejudice and fear on the part of any portion of our population.

We want America to really be America for everybody.

Let us make it so!

And they put their heads together to think and to plan to make it more than a dream.

The future they saw would require … That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed.

… Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed.

… deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed.

… from the consent of the governed.

It is time for us, the governed, to show up and spell out what we consent to.

For myself:

I do not want any secondary Americans.

I do not want a weak and imperfect democracy.

I do not want poverty and hunger and prejudice and fear on the part of any portion of our population.

I want America to really be America for everybody.

Let us make it so!

See you on November 3rd.

10.21.2026 – the sea answers all

the sea answers all
questions and always same way
and saying: so soon?

The sound of the sea is the most time-effacing sound there is.

The centuries reroll in a cloud and the earth becomes green again when you listen, with eyes shut, to the sea —a young green time when the water and the land were just getting acquainted and had known each other for only a few billion years and the mollusks were just beginning to dip and creep in the shallows; and now man the invertebrate, under his ribbed umbrella, anoints himself with oil and pulls on his Polaroid glasses to stop the glare and stretches out his long brown body at ease upon a towel on the warm sand and listens.

The sea answers all questions, and always in the same way;

for when you read in the papers the interminable discussions

and the bickering

and the prognostications

and the turmoil,

the disagreements

and the fateful decisions

and agreements

and the plans

and the programs

and the threats

and the counter threats,

then you close your eyes and the sea dispatches one more big roller in the unbroken line since the beginning of the world and it combs and breaks and returns foaming and saying: “So soon?”

From the essay, On a Florida Key by EB White as published in The Essays of E.B. White by E.B. White ( Harper Colophon Book: New York, 1979).

10.20.2026 – your generation’s

your generation’s
present is now another
generation’s past

Adapted from the passage in Baseball in ’41 by Robert W. Creamer (New York: Viking, 1991) where Mr. Creamer writes:

Middle age begins, I think, when you first recognize that events in your generation’s present are now in another generation’s past.

I became aware that I was edging into middle age when I was thirty-two, in 1954, the year I began working for Sports Illustrated.

I had seen my first major league game in 1931, and the baseball of the thirties and forties had always been part of my present.

But in 1954 the thirties were suddenly a long time ago.

I met people on the staff — my contemporaries, I considered them, although they were ten years younger than I — who had few, if any, memories of the years before World War II.

I had become part of an older generation, unable to share personal memories of twenty years before.

Now I am pushing seventy, and the 1954 contemporaries are pushing sixty, and I still can’t share my prewar memories with them.

What did a kid of eight know about the world an eighteen year-old lived in during 1941?

There are relatively few people out there with whom I can share memories of that vivid year.

What gets under my skin right now is the thought that trying to explain to anyone pretty born this century is that … it didn’t use to be this way.

There were rules to how the Government worked.

Yes there were times when folks played fast and lose with those BUT for the most part, both sides played by the rules.

The rule book was laid out in the Constituion and both sides had a level of respect for the playing by the rules.

Along came this feller who depised rules.

Who broke the rules.

Who spit on the rules.

Who spit on those who expected others to play by the rules.

It didn’t use to be like this.

I have become part of an older generation, unable to share personal memories of twenty years before.

There are relatively few people out there with whom I can share memories of the way it used to be.

That may be the biggest tragedy of all.

10.19.2026 – seen anything in

seen anything in
life more wonderful the way
sun floats into clouds

May River from the Calhoun Street Dock, Bluffton, SC, October 17, 2026.

Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful
than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone–
and how it slides again
out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower
streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance–
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love–
do you think there is anywhere, in any
language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure
that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you
as you stand there,
empty-handed–
or have you too
turned from this world–
or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?

The Sun by Mary Oliver in New and selected poems by Mary Oliver (Beacon Press: Boston, 1992).