7.19.2025 – by law of nature

by law of nature
things are common to mankind
the shores of the sea

According to Wikipedia, The Code of Justinian is one part of the Corpus Juris Civilis, the codification of Roman law ordered early in the 6th century AD by Justinian I, who was Eastern Roman emperor in Constantinople.

The Code of Justinian went into effect in 529 AD.

According to the article, An Ancient Law Could Shape the Modern Future of America’s Beaches. Here’s How by Cornelia Dean, science writer and former science editor of The New York Times, public access to beaches is based on …

“… a legal concept from the sixth century A.D., when Emperor Justinian ordered the codification of Roman laws. The resulting code declared that features of nature like the air, running water, the sea and “the shores of the sea” must be held in trust for the use of the public. That idea passed into English common law, and then to the United States.

Today, most states define the beach below the high-tide line as public trust property, meaning members of the public have free access.

The Code of Justinian, Book II. Of Things, I. Divisions of Things, states:

  1. By the law of nature these things are common to mankind, the air, running water, the sea, and consequently the shores of the sea. No one, therefore, is forbidden to approach the seashore, provided that he respects habitationes, monuments, and buildings which are not, like the sea, subject only to the law of nations.
  2. All rivers and ports are public; hence the right of fishing in a port, or in rivers, is common to all men.
  3. The seashore extends as far as the greatest winter flood runs up.
  4. The public use of the seashore, too, is part of the law of nations, as is that of the sea itself; and, therefore, any person is at liberty to place on it a cottage, to which he may retreat, or to dry his nets there, and haul them from the sea; for the shores may be said to be the property of no man, but are subject to the same law as the sea itself, and the sand or ground beneath it.

WOW.

Since 529 AD, we have all had access to the shore as the public use of the seashore, too, is part of the law of nations, as is that of the sea itself!

Much like the fact that Thomas Jefferson was the 1sr President to serve Ice Cream in the White House is enough to list Mr. Jefferson among the Great Presidents so does the statement No one, therefore, is forbidden to approach the seashore makes ol’ Justinian my favorite Roman Emperor.

According to Wikipedia:

Justinian is regarded as one of the most prominent and influential Roman emperors, and historians have often characterized him as a workaholic who worked tirelessly to expand the Byzantine Empire. One of the most enduring aspects of his legacy was the uniform rewriting of Roman law, the Corpus Juris Civilis, which was first applied throughout Continental Europe and is still the basis of civil law in many modern states. His reign also marked a blossoming of Byzantine culture, and his building program yielded works such as the Hagia Sophia.

Boy howdy, it may well be that one of the most enduring aspects of his legacy was the uniform rewriting of Roman law, the Corpus Juris Civilis but against beach access for all, all other forms of human endeavor become insignificant.

PS: This is what the public access beach on Hilton Head Island on a July Saturday can look like … provided you have son who works security at the resort behind the beach and he can provide you with a parking a pass. It also helps if the resort is typical of HHI and its guests are based on a weekly stay with a 10am Saturday check out and a 4pm check in so we get a beach to ourselves.

7.18.2025 – creampuffs for breakfast

creampuffs for breakfast
just one of the side benefits
being sixty five

Way back in the forever never land of childhood, I read a book of Paul Bunyan stories and one of the stories was all about the lumber camp cookhouse and the head cook, Hot Biscuit Slim and his helper, Cream Puff Fatty, who made the desserts.

The story was how Hot Biscuit Slim planned the best Sunday Dinner ever and he claimed there would be so much food, the lumberjacks would have no room for dessert.

According to the book (Paul Bunyan Swings His Axe), Hot Biscuit Slim said, “Tomorrow, I am going to have the best Sunday dinner of the year. When the men are through eating my hot biscuits with jelly, spinach, cucumbers, young red radishes, and chicken pie, they won’t be able to eat a mouthful of dessert.”

A claim that Cream Puff Fatty took as a challenge.

The books says that Cream Puff Fatty called the dessert boys together and said. “We will make cream puffs that will melt in your mouth! Light creamy ones with whipped cream a foot high! We shall see if they refuse to eat dessert!”

After the dinner was served and the lumberjacks were stuffed full of hot biscuits with jelly, spinach, cucumbers, young red radishes, and chicken pie, Cream Puff Fatty went into action.

“Now is the time, boys!” cried Cream Puff Fatty. The dessert boys strapped on their roller skates and started down the long tables.

“Cream puffs! Cream puffs!” the men shouted as they saw large plates of fluffy white cakes topped with whipped cream. With a shout they picked up their forks and started eating again. Not a man left the dining room! Every single cream puff was eaten!

Well, sir but, Boy Howdy, I have had a weakness for cream puffs ever since.

Problem is that I never found any that met the mark set by Cream Puff Fatty.

That is until my wife started making them back years ago.

I have never seen her bake them, it usually happens when I am at work, but I come home to find a plate of them and I have to shout, “Cream puffs! Cream puffs!”

When the kids were in the house, we would all angle to get as many off the platter as we could and more kids fell for the HEY LOOK OVER THERE to lose a cream puff off their plate then I can count.

In place of a cake, the cream puffs are my birthday dessert of choice and this year was no different.

I came home from work to find a platter of cream puffs out on the counter but had to wait until after dinner.

For dinner we found a nice out of the way place along the Beaufort River in Port Royal and the waiter asked, without knowing of course, if we wanted dessert.

I shook my head and laughed and almost yelled that we were going home to have Cream puffs! Cream puffs!

Home and candles stuck into a cream puff with some of the kids on video call, I got to hear Happy Birthday sung as only my family can … and then it was time for Cream puffs! Cream puffs!

And so I turned 65.

I got up this morning and there in the fridge were something I didn’t see too often.

Left over cream puffs.

I took out the box and opened it and looked at into it for a minute.

Maybe less than a minute.

And I thought, what the heck, I am 65!

And I had cream puffs with my coffee for breakfast!

What a way to start the next chapter!

Don’t get much better than that!

BOY!

HOWDY!

7.17.2025 – stars of my birthday

stars of my birthday
favor me lucky star born
nothing can stop me

Sunrise over Hilton Head Island – July 17, 2025

Come on, superstition, and get my goat
I got mascots
The stars of my birthday favor me
The numbers from one to ten are with me
I was born under a lucky star and nothing can stop me
The moon was a waxing moon and not a waning moon when I was born
Every card in the deck and both of the seven-eleven bones are with me
So you hear them tell it and they mean if it works it’s good and if it don’t it costs nothing

From The People, Yes (53) as published in The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg, by Carl Sandburg, Harcourt, Brace, New York, 1950.

According to my drivers license, I was born today … 65 years ago.

Some years back, my Boss had my team work through an exercise where we come up with THEEE word that best described ourselves and my word came up as lazy.

Today, I would choose another word and that word would be lucky.

The stars of my birthday favor me.

Oh so lucky.

I was born under a lucky star and nothing can stop me.

I was born in a big family and never ever knew the fear of want or need or poverty.

I was raised in a home where God and the love of Jesus was just a part of life.

Nothing was pounded into you, it was just accepted and while questions might come and go over the years it was always there as the simple faith of a child and I thank God for it.

I am lucky in life, relationships, work, schooling and the numbers from 1 to 10 are with me.

I don’t understand my luck.

But, Boy Howdy, do I appreciate it.

The moon was a waxing moon and not a waning moon when I was born and have enjoyed my luck.

I can’t explain it, so I don’t try.

Every card in the deck and both of the seven-eleven bones are with me.

Not that I haven’t screwed up, screwed up a lot and often but let me tell, it’s on me that I screwed up and caused my own problems and most of the problems I created for myself would not have existed had I not created them.

So you hear me when I tell it.

I mean if it works it’s good and if it don’t it costs nothing.

Born lucky and still trying to figure out how I got to 65,

7.16.2025 – accroche-toi ton rêve

accroche-toi ton rêve
you see ship go sailing … hold …
on tight to your dream

Okay, the line in french is Accroche-toi à ton rêve and I had take out the à or to to fit into my definition of a haiku and I also used ellipsises in within the haiku but that is all part of the fun of writing in the 21st century.

My blog, my rules.

Debate at leisure if you will but there it is though I am hoping for a comment from a French teacher I know in Kansas City for her opinion.

Why am I using a 1981 song, Hold On Tight, sung by the Electric Light Orchestra as the basis of today’s haiku?

(Emphasis/accent on the WHY)

That’s a good question and I’ll ask it again.

Why am I using a 1981 song sung by the Electric Light Orchestra as the basis of today’s haiku?

(Emphasis/accent on the AM)

Not sure that changing the emphasis accent but it makes for an interesting vocal excercise.

I have more songs on my iPhone than I can keep track of or collate so I just set my play list to random.

Somewhere along the line I downloaded a folder of ‘Greatest Songs of the ’80s or was it the 1900’s and dumped them onto my phone.

Driving to work today, the day before I turn 65, crossing over a bridge to an island while it was raining as sun rose out of the Atlantic Ocean to shine in my face and light up the storm clouds, that song was randomly selected and played over the car speakers by my iphone.

Now I can’t get it out of my head.

When I got to work I had to get online to find out what the ELO was singing when they switched over to singing in French, especially as ELO was known for hiding secrets in their music that affected the minds of young college kids, which I would have been back in 1981 when the song was released.

Both relieved and disappointed, I learned that the lyrics in French were just that, the lyrics in French.

Mmm, hold on tight to your dream, yeah
Hold on tight to your dream, yeah
When you see your ship go sailing
When you feel your heart is breaking
Hold on tight to your dream

Accroche-toi à ton rêve
Accroche-toi à ton rêve
Quand tu vois ton bateau partir
Quand tu sens ton coeur se briser
Accroche-toi à ton rêve

At work early, the vacuums are going, the storm is passing, I am alone in the office for a few hours.

The radio is on and by chance The Bluebird is playing.

And get this, The Bluebird is written by Alexis FFRENCH.

(Don’t know much about Mr. Ffrench, but I plan to.)

All this leads to much introspection and thought.

Maybe too much.

I grew up and live in a world where I don’t worry about where my next drink of cold water is coming from, let alone where my next meal might be or where I might sleep tonight.

I can’t do much about that but I do what I can.

I DO appreciate it.

I DO know how lucky I was to be born when and where I was born.

I DO appreciate it.

What else?

Well …

Mmm, hold on tight to your dream, yeah
Hold on tight to your dream, yeah
When you see your ship go sailing
When you feel your heart is breaking
Hold on tight to your dream

Accroche-toi à ton rêve
Accroche-toi à ton rêve
Quand tu vois ton bateau partir
Quand tu sens ton coeur se briser
Accroche-toi à ton rêve

Have a good night and hold on tight.

Wikipedia says that when this MUSIC VIDEO (HA!) was made, it was the single most expensive music video ever recorded … that was in 1981 before the world went a little nuts …

7.15.2025 – sleep, o gentle sleep

sleep, o gentle sleep,
nature’s soft nurse, steep senses
in forgetfulness

Adapted from:

O sleep, O gentle sleep,
Nature’s soft nurse, how have I frightened thee,
That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down,
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?

From Henry IV, Part II, Act III, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare.

Where Big Bill has King wonder where sleep has gone, I manage to haiku it into a short prayer of thankfulness as well as write a sentence where haiku is used as a verb.

Editing Bill and turning haiku into a gerund without making it ‘haikuing’ is a pretty good start for a muggy muggy morning the low country of South Carolina.

Let me say that I have felt hot and cold, dry and wet and all other forms of weather but walking out into a steamy, thick, warm muggy morning a mile from the Atlantic coast is to be hit in the face with a soggy smelly towel, but I digress.

But morning it is and waking up is the issue.

Owen Johnson wrote about waking up in his book, The Prodigious Hickey: A Lawrenceville Story (The Century, 1908) saying:

” … the air with its clamour from the belfry of the old gymnasium, but no one rises. There is half an hour until the gong sounds for breakfast, a long delicious half hour—the best half hour of the day or night to prolong under the covers.”

There is half an hour until the gong sounds for breakfast …

a long delicious half hour …

the best half hour of the day or night to prolong under the covers …

O sleep.

O gentle sleep.

Nature’s soft nurse.

O, how I do hate to get up in the morning.

Weigh my eyelids down.

Steep my senses in forgetfulness.

PS: Anyone who dares quote Hamlet back to me with his whiney To sleep—perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub … will be shot.

Sunrise on a muggy South Carolina Morning