Humid Night at Marina
During the Viet Nam conflict (conflict was an interesting choice of words), I was training to be a crewcheif and right door mechine gunner. At ninteen I spenta disorienting introduction to the gulf coast. I was bewitched by the view of hundreds of little backway docks on the many fresh water bodies. Coming from the rocky mountain I was amazed by the feeling of the nearly 100% humidity. It often looked like these small docks and cabins were locked in time from the 1700's. I learned to truly love the south and the gentle flow of life. As you got to know people, their openess and simple grace was intoxicating.