Tag: Bay Boy
The Ghost of Zundel’s Wharf
AÂ typical Point Clear morning in October finds light, cool east breezes filtering through the pine trees, brushing Mobile Bay into a glassy...
Landfall
As a youngster in Point Clear, it never crossed my mind that hurricanes weren’t something that everyone in the world dealt with. I was...
The Runaway
I was 16 years old, and I’d had enough. I was sick of chores. I was sick of curfews. Sick of all the questions...
Arrival
When I was 15, I told my father I wanted to work construction. He suggested I get in touch with Kenny Horton who...
Pajama Fishing
As summer slips into the heavy heat, afternoons on the Bay turn rough and windy. By one o’clock, magazine pages are aflutter. Glasses...
The Grand Hotel
Point Clear has always provided a quality of life that allows it to stand on its own, but the Grand Hotel makes it...
First Cars
IÂ always assumed that the clandestine street racers I heard late at night originated from, or at least had connections with, the shade...
Our Wild Pet Rooster
Late winter on the Bay is wet and windy and cold. I recall staring out the front windows, watching waves crash against the...
A Night at Middle Bay Lighthouse
AÂ few miles off the end of our family wharf and a little to the left lies Middle Bay Lighthouse, a famous Gulf Coast...
The Green Station Wagon
When I think of Point Clear in the depths of winter, I recall the sounds. Many nights I lay in my bed, ...