By now, you probably know that I commute across a very long bridge spanning the watery border between the Chesapeake Bay and the Atlantic Ocean. Its a great drive, normally. And you see a lot of interesting stuff during that 18 mile excursion, from pods of dolphins to freighters playing chicken. Occasionally an aircraft carrier or sub will go by, too. Cool stuff.
What caught my attention was the wailing, obnoxious tone of the emergency broadcast system interrupting my NPR listening time. The computerized voice began to tell me that a line of severe thunderstorms was heading toward the Eastern Shore and that flash flooding was possible.
In truth, I had been watching the wall of dark clouds coming from the west since I started my journey on the bridge towards the Shore. This evening, the Bay had an unusual tint of green to it and the waves looked like they were simmering, just waiting to boil over. Hmmm. There were no seagulls on the bridge, either. Something was afoot.
As I left the bridge and drove onto Fisherman Island, I looked at the abandoned lighthouse off in the distance. Many an Eastern Shore legend stems from the area around the old lighthouse. And that got me thinking.
Clearly, we will be visited by vampire pirates.
More to follow…