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. âHow dee do, Len?â
Huh! âHow do you know my name?â I asked.
âOh, just a lucky guess. I get these feelings. My name is Edgar. Glad to meet ya.
âWhatâs that thing youâre carrying hanging from your neck?â
I replied, âA camera,â Which I would, of course, carry with me, while on an early morning walk along Sauble Beach.
âThatâs a camera?â he asked, âHow come there are all those buttons on the back, and whatâs with the window?â
âThis is a digital camera,â I replied.
âDIG—I—-TALL? Iâve never heard that word,â 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. âEdgar, 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.â
âNo problem Len, say hi to Chantal. Maybe Iâll see ya later.â
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.
âEdgar?â he exclaimed. âNo one here by that name. UnlessâŠ oh shit! The only Edgar Iâve ever heard about is my great-grandfather, Edgar Hepworth.
âHe was a sailor on the steamer âJames Carruthersâ, which sank close to here on November 11, 1913 in the âBig Stormâ. He was washed ashore and died in my great-grandmothers arms right on that beach over there.
They had built this store.â
And that was my vacation at Sauble Beach.
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