He was looking right into my eyes. Or rather looking right through me, like I was transparent or in a different dimension. A young man, sitting on a bench in front of the old driftwood sided general store. Blue eyes. As blue as the icy bottom of Lake Huron. I could hear scratchy music coming from an old gramophone. The air seemed heavy, with the musty, decaying smell of dead seaweed, but I was not afraid. Actually, something was drawing me towards him, like some kind of connection.
As I approached, I could see that he was wearing old fashioned clothes and an old battered gob hat. ‚ÄúHow dee do, Len?‚ÄĚ
Huh! ‚ÄúHow do you know my name?‚ÄĚ I asked.
‚ÄúOh, just a lucky guess. I get these feelings. My name is Edgar. Glad to meet ya.
‚ÄúWhat‚Äôs that thing you‚Äôre carrying hanging from your neck?‚ÄĚ
I replied, ‚ÄúA camera,‚ÄĚ Which I would, of course, carry with me, while on an early morning walk along Sauble Beach.
‚ÄúThat‚Äôs a camera?‚ÄĚ he asked, ‚ÄúHow come there are all those buttons on the back, and what‚Äôs with the window?‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúThis is a digital camera,‚ÄĚ I replied.
‚ÄúDIG—I—-TALL? I‚Äôve never heard that word,‚ÄĚ he explained.
This was getting kind of eerie, and I was feeling a little troubled, like when you find yourself in a cemetery at 2AM. ‚ÄúEdgar, it was nice talking to you, but I have to get back to our cottage. My wife will be getting up soon, and I have to get fresh coffee ready for her.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúNo problem Len, say hi to Chantal. Maybe I‚Äôll see ya later.‚ÄĚ
I did return later. I was curious, as the morning seemed so surreal. Almost like a dream where images and feelings melt into each other.
I went into the general store and asked the young man behind the counter if Edgar was around.
‚ÄúEdgar?‚ÄĚ he exclaimed. ‚ÄúNo one here by that name. Unless‚Ä¶ oh shit! The only Edgar I‚Äôve ever heard about is my great-grandfather, Edgar Hepworth.
‚ÄúHe was a sailor on the steamer ‚ÄėJames Carruthers‚Äô, which sank close to here on November 11, 1913 in the ‚ÄėBig Storm‚Äô. He was washed ashore and died in my great-grandmothers arms right on that beach over there.
They had built this store.‚ÄĚ
And that was my vacation at Sauble Beach.
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