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.