10.03.2017 78 °F
Today I rode my bicycle 🚴 with my sister Sue to the historic and haunted Saint Augustine Lighthouse while Ron went on a long road trip to visit an old friend from his work. We found out it was much more than just a lighthouse but also a huge two story keeper's house 🏡 which was open for viewing from basement to top floor. Also on the grounds was a traditional boat 🚣🏼 building group displaying old style catboats sailing ⛵️ vessels that they built by hand. It's a real art form with what they are doing and creating. My only regret was not playing some music 🎶 on my whistle in the upstairs keeper's house which had a great echo for it. While up there I came across a display of really old stuff and in the middle was a very old Irish 🍀 beat up wood whistle from the family long ago. I should of played my tin whistle out of respect to those long gone.
St, Augustine Lighthouse
Old time boat builder showing his creations to us.
Later in the evening Mary and I decided to go to old town and to my surprise we found a parking place right away so disregard my past rant on parking here 😂. Walking 🚶 down the old cobblestone narrow streets with all the wonderful aromas of all kinds of food, I hear a faint sound of a penny whistle floating in the air. It was so slight you could barely figure out the direction the sound was coming from. After wandering around we finally found its source, an older unkept homeless man playing a recorder at a distant street corner. He had all his worldly possessions around him in two shopping carts with one having a tip jar. After adding to his jar, I just had to talk to him about his music 🎶. During our conversation he kept telling me that an Irish 🍀 whistle cannot hit all the notes in a song and "just get rid of it and get a recorder". On and on our argument went with Mary even leaving me to fend for myself. Uncharacteristic of me, I left my instruments 🎸 in the truck five blocks away which I had to run 🏃 back to get so that I could show him before he moves on. Pulling one out of its case his eyes 👀 opened wide and when I played a tune for him they got wider and he wanted to know immediately where and how to get one. After we played a few songs together I mentioned how different we are but yet the same with music as our connection. A crowd started forming around us standing back at first then slowly creeping up to listen, it was so much fun for everyone. At this point Mary and I had to leave because the Bridge Of Lions was closing that night due to repairs. While rushing away I looked back and to my surprise the people around him were putting money in his tip jar. So happy 😊 for him but ask Mary why my tip jar was always empty whenever I play. To this she stated, "Because you do not need it and that poor man does". That says it all. Sometimes life have a way of working for us and helping in the end. Next year, I will bring a penny whistle like mine to give him.
Strolling through historic St.Augustine
"Get to work,boss is here!