Rendezvous with a King

Rendezvous with a King

The ocean was like a piece of glass as we glided past the familiar black-and-white-spiraled St. Augustine lighthouse a mile or so off to our starboard side. Heading out into the great unknown on a muggy June morning, I couldn’t help but think of my grandmother’s...

The Intruder

The Intruder

It wasn’t much as waters go — probably a couple acres at best.  I’d passed by it many times always on the way to somewhere else.  It lay a few hundred yards off the road, nestled up against the back edge of the old cemetery.  I suppose to most people it would be a...