What a surreal image, to see the last part of Craig’s house clinging to the bank early Friday morning. In gale-force winds on Thursday, November 6, the bedroom and living room fell off the bank, were smashed into bits and vanished in the 9.9 tide. Now just the kitchen was hanging there, upside-down.
I went back to my warm bed, yet soon heard a THUMP! so close it sounded like it was on the roof. It could only mean one thing.
My neighbor Resha was already out there, and Craig, who’s living in Grayland now, arrived shortly thereafter.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” I said to Craig.
“I’m glad it’s over,” Craig said. This is the most we’ve spoken in two years.
There is also “The Ralph’s” at the end of Spruce.
With such a conspicuous house as Craig’s, that made the TV news and all, falling into the ocean, I fully expected our Washaway Beach newspaper of record, The South Beach Bulletin, to cover it. Sure, the story must become old hat after awhile, but in the past the SBB has never passed up the opportunity to write, “Another home succumbed to Mother Nature’s fury!”
But there are three holiday bazaars coming up, and the Grayland Players are doing a performance of the aptly titled “You Can’t Take It With You,” so Mother Nature’s fury wound up on the cutting room floor.