Ocean Grove beach, at night. June 28, 2015. By Paul Goldfinger ©
By Paul Goldfinger, Editor @Blogfinger. Originally posted June, 2015.
The sign says “fishermen only,” but only a fisherman with rocks in his head would go out on those jagged boulders at night. Even the mussels are cowering in the crevices. It’s pitch black.
I can’t see any of the controls on my camera. Behind me is the non-fishing pier. Suddenly I hear a sound, and as I turn, a person is looking at me—-staring out of the darkness while hanging from the beams under the pier. The moon is partially covered by clouds. I can barely see him and he says nothing. Then he swings his lower body upward and somehow winds up on the pier.
A few minutes later I saw an unidentified flying object. Was it a flying saucer?—-Well actually it was a helicopter that swooped in low and shined a searchlight on me. I thought he might come back and grab me as a terrorist, so it was time to go home.
JACK TEAGARDEN from his album Horns. This music somehow reminds me of my nocturnal adventure on the OG beach.