Velociworld

A DISPLACED SOUL

Ever feel like you are trapped in an era you didn't choose? Sure you have. We all have.

For me it was when I was about 12 or 13. We'd had a nice seafood dinner on Hilton Head, it being adjacent to the summer cottage, and had decided (well, the rents did) to check out that new Sea Pines resort. We ended up at Harbour Town, and there was this exquisite yacht moored alongside. Not fancy by today's standards, but it was a classic 1920's 80 footer. All teak and brass and whitewashed sides and canvas sunscreens. Just fucking awesome.

And there was a jazz band playing on the fantail, and the singer was using a megaphone, like Rudy Vallee, to replicate the pre-microphone days.

Cocksucker! my small mind thought. This is sweet. A 20's era, Roaring 20's era, band playing on a boat of the same era. I'm quite certain it was just a small private gig, too.

How kool. I determined then to become a Rich White Man, so I could live that lifestyle.

Got derailed somewhere, apparently. Saw a fork in the road, and chose the Path Most Likely To Make You a Neckbone.

Who cares? Just standing on the dock, listening to that band, Dixieland they banged out, was incredible. Didn't cost a dime, either. Call me Nick Carraway. I likes a nice glomming, iffen I can get it.