Witches of Neptune Beach
When I’m at the beach, either sitting or walking, I generally don’t engage other people on the beach in conversation. I’m just not that kind of guy that can easily walk up to a stranger and start a conversation. Barb on the other hand can talk to anyone. She can chat up other dog walkers or just anyone. She actually met a couple that we’ve gone to a couple of concerts with. She’s good that way.
So I was sitting at the beach today after walking Sweetheart, just watching the waves and the world go by. More people than normal for a winter’s Thursday. Mostly because it was great weather after freezing temps last week.
I see a guy down the beach walking this way. Didn’t pay much more attention until he was steps away asking me if I wanted my dog to go to heaven with me when I die. This gentleman seems to be about my age. Big belly. Shorts and a tank top that says Jesus on it. He was either mildly drunk or full of the holy spirit, I couldn’t tell which. He went on a bit more about something or other (Jesus) as sweetheart tangled his legs up with her leash. Good girl!
As he got himself untangled and was about to go on his way, he said that I should not go north of the pier near Neptune Beach because many witches live there.
Noted

