One night I was walking around the Strip on Myrtle Beach, SC. It was my first visit there. It was a cool summer evening, humid with a little breeze in the air and a clear, starry night. The weather was just perfect. I was gazing around in an oversized t-shirt, shorts, and flip flops, and looking at all the young people out and about partying and having a good time. Girls in their bikini tops and short shorts; guys going shirtless and sporting their best kicks. Cars would cruise by with their tops down and making a loud rumbling sound whenever they revved up their engines. The street was packed with people going in and out of the clubs. Lights were flashing, enticing the cheerful bustling crowds to come to their bar for 2 for 1 shots and mixed drinks. And loud, pumping music could be heard everywhere. I was just taking it all in.
Huh??? It rang out, loud and clear, louder than the blaring music. I looked around, startled. Who said that? Why? What’s going on? Continue reading