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n a runof election on December 22,Dale Stuckey narrowly edged Sandra

Hickman or the space vacated on FollyBeach City Council by departing memberLaura Beck. Stuckey won with a count o216 votes, to Hickmans 213.

Te races close results cast new light onsmall but persistent hiccups in Follys voting

system. In November 2010, many citizenso Follys second precinct waited or nearlytwo hours to vote ater Charleston Countydelivered machines loaded with ballots or

James Island instead o Folly Beach.

One year later, voting went smoothly

or citizens in Novembers council runof

Soldiers from the Army National Guards 4th Battalion, 118th Infantry Regiment prepared to ship out to Kuwait with a long walk on Folly Beach on Thursday, December 1. The

soldiers, currently based in Nor th Charleston, walked from the pier to the lighthouse and back in full gear. They may have gotten more of a challenge than they bargained for, as

Follys desert s imulation gave way to knee high water past the Washout at high tide.

Da l e St u c k e y El e c t e d t oCi t y Counc i l

Issues PersIst In Folly Beach VotIng system

By stratton lawrence


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Mc Coy Fi gh t s f o r B e t t e r Hu r r i c a n e

Preparedness

State Rep. IntRoduceS tax HolIday

on emeRgency ItemS

pRoVIded By tHe oFFIce oF Rep. peteR mccoy

As this years Hurricane Season comes to a close, StateRepresentative Peter McCoy (R - Charleston) isghting to make sure South Carolinians are better

prepared or the next storm. McCoy has submitted legislationor pre-ling today that would give South Carolina residentsa sales tax-ree weekend on hurricane preparedness items.

Tanks to Gods grace, we were spared rom lie loss andmajor property damage during this years Hurricane Season;

however, we may not always be that blessed, said McCoy.So, today, I have submitted legislation or pre-ling thatwill help everyone in South Carolina be better prepared or next hurricane season andhelp South Carolina businesses increase sales and make payroll.

McCoys legislation would provide sales tax exemptions on items including generators,ice, gas tanks, ashlights, batteries, and storm shutters beginning the last Friday o Mayand ending on midnight o the ollowing Sunday.

McCoy, who represents Charlestons barrier islands, said the bill is critical in givingall residents an opportunity to become best prepared or a hurricane. I want to makesure that our amily, riends, and neighbors are given some help with their amilybudgets, while working to protect their loved ones and property.

As my parents always told me, proper preparation prevents poor perormance!I hope my colleagues will work with me to switly get this bill passed, concluded

McCoy.

Hurricane Season begins on June 1st and ends on November 30th.

Clar i f y ing Our B a r r i e r I s l and

R e p r e s e n t a t i o nSmall conFuSIonS cReated

By RedIStRIctIng

By StRatton lawRence

Press releases received rom state Rep. Peter McCoy in recent weeks claim that herepresents James Island, Folly Beach, Kiawah Island, and Seabrook Island.

In act, McCoy currently represents Folly Beach and parts o James Island, butnot Kiawah and Seabrook. Te state redrew their district lines this year, and our district115 (which McCoy represents) was shited to also include Kiawah and Seabrook, whileportions o James Island were moved to Leon Stavrinak is' District 119. Tat redistrictingaces legal challenges, however, and representation in the State House will not changeuntil the November 2012 election.

McCoy spokesperson Michael Mule acknowledged the potential conusion causedby his ofce's emails, clariying that as McCoy campaigns or reelection this year it willbe or the new District 115 covering Folly Beach, James Island, Kiawah, and Seabrook.An employee o Rep. Stavrinakis' ofce claried that Stavrinakis still represents Kiawahand Seabrook.

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Hot and humid! Tat was the orecast.

And the orecast was correct, and had beenor three weeks - almost a month. Not adrop o rain in that time, temperatures inthe upper 90s, and humidity a constant100 percent. Most vegetation was dead,dying, wishing to die or regretting havingnot died. You could almost eel the asphaltgetting sot, the heat waves oating andblurring even short-distance vision. Tere was a slight breeze, however, this beingFolly Island.

Yes, an island, located between the Atlantic Ocean and the Folly River.Te Edge o America or Mayberryby the Sea, with a Buzz as it is known,depending upon whom you ask. You ask

me, just another summer on Folly Island,the summer o 2011. A uesday in act,ollowed by W--F.

I live and work on Folly, a mere minuteswalk to the East 2nd Street beach access.On this sweltering workday I decided totake a long lunch break at the beach. As areminder o how blessed I am to live here,I try to go to the beach at least once a day;I may not always manage that, but I try.During the spring, summer and early allI usually go or a swim. Te rest o thetime I simply walk my dog, grab a ewshells or other Atlantic up-chuck, perhapstake some photos, or just lay back in thecomort o a sand dune.

So, with my beach chair in one hand, alunch cooler in the other and a towel overone shoulder, I headed or the beach. Blueskies ahead! I can smell the ocean.

I hadnt even passed the sand dunesat the end o the East 2nd Street accesswhen I noticed a group o olks: our largeadults, two scrawny adolescents, a babyand a diapered toddler. Tey had erected ablack and red pop-up canopy at the edge othe sand dunes and their spread was(canI say red-neck and still maintain somedegree o political correctness?) Anyway,their spread seemed to match their adedcanopy - the chairs, a table, coolers, oatsand even a radio that, unortunately, wasblasting suicide country.

Te matching aspect was UGA -University o Georgia, the Bulldogs.My vibe meter was screaming Doh!but I simply pushed ahead. I could not,however, go without giving them a secondlook. Okay, I was reak in gawking.Something wasnt quite kosher. WF?

Tey didnt have matching clothes;not UGA specic anyway. NASCARwas prominent in that respect. Te mainthing I noticed, and the one that reallypiqued my curiosity, was the large pittwo o the kids and an adult were diggingbetween the canopy and the sand dunes.

Te adult was supervising, pointing and

barking rom the pit center. Te pit was

at the base o the sand dunes, and I was alittle put out by this. Okay, more than alittle.

Te sand dunes are a staunch barrier;a ragile ecosystem preventing erosionalong our island. Te dunes providenesting ground or loggerheads, orage(and nesting) or an assortment o birds,and a place or me to lay at the oot oand relax sans the turtles and birds, ocourse. But I had my hands ull and anagenda. I would check back on this atera swim. Down to the Atlantics edge Icontinued and got ready or that much-awaited swim.

Te ocean, despite being the temperatureo bath water, was as rereshing as I haddreamt when considering my long lunchbreak. I swam out past the breakers andoated on my back and through slit eyes watched seagulls and pelicans oat ontheir tide o wind; the pelicans diving orsh, the seagulls uttering and screamingat each and every scrap o whatever, oreach other or that matter.

Te ocean swells lited and lowered mein a shared hammock o the same whatevermatter. Te current eventually carried metoward the pier, so I bobbed up to locatemy beach chair and swam back, slightlypast the chair, a good ve minutes ocombined ree and breast-stroking againstthe current. A good lunch workout, and Iloved it. I oated some to catch my breath,swam some more, and ater a ew peaceulminutes o nal oating, I waited on agood wave and body-sured back to shore.I was thinking hard about the turkey cluband Cape Cod chips I had carried orlunch. Hungry was I.

It was ater a quick dry and putting onmy sunglasses that I noticed somethingodd going on at the UGA tailgate. Perhapsodder is the correct word. Teir pit wascomplete now and they were tossing itemsinto said pit; what, I couldnt tell, becauseit was a ways of. Was it some sort o a newbeach game? Bocce ball with a hazard?Lawn darts? A new version o corn-hole,perhaps?

OkayI looked at my lunch cooler,then looked back towards the UGA pitandlets go have a look-see, I decided.I walked their way with the best ointentions, but a tad suspicious I have toadmit. Be nice, I reminded mysel.

Ater covering about hal the distance Irealized just what they were throwing intothe pit. It wasnt Bocce balls, or bean bagsor even lawn darts. It was not a new beachgameit was garbage! I back-tracked, got

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WTF?(Wed., Thur., Fri . )

By BRIAN SANDERS

Council continued from cover

election, but problems persisted in thecounting o votes. Folly Beachs MunicipalElection Commission certied 578 votes asollows: Dale Stuckey 192, Sandy Hickman147, Vernon Knox 129, Lewis Dodson 71,Alan K leineld 39. Tose numbers are sentto the S.C. Secretary o State and cannotbe changed.

Te issue arose when CharlestonCounty presented its numbers, tallyingslightly higher gures or each candidate asollows: Stuckey 214, Hickman 150, Knox132, Dodson 73, Kleineld 42.

Folly Beach Election Commissionmember Retta Laurey says the discrepancy was due to absentee voters and voterson James Island not being added to thecount.

Te change in numbers did not afectthe outcome o the election, but in the caseo the closer runof race, they more easilycould have. Tat has particularly upset localresident Susan Breslin, a local watchdog opolitical and election afairs.

An election ought to be accurate, says

Breslin. I they had let out the absenteevote on Nov. 22, they could have certiedHickman as the winner.

Mayor im Goodwin echoes theconcern. Whether its a one vote diferenceor a 200 vote diference, you want it to becorrect, and thats our responsibility, hesays.

Te city has asked Charleston CountyElections Board Executive Director JoeDebney to speak at the December 13 CityCouncil meeting about the possibility o theCounty taking over the elections processon Folly Beach. With the city having justtaken back 911 dispatch duties rom thecounty, its likely that the proposal couldincite debate.

I want (Folly Beach) to make a decisionbased on whats best or their residents,says Debney.

Currently, the county provides workersand sets up machines, but does not certiyvote totals on Folly Beach. Folly municipalclerk Mary Cunningham claries that ithe County does take over the elections,candidates would still get their inormationrom her, but that the county would handlemoney and the certication.

I have been trying to get this changedor the past ve years, says Cunningham.Tere are very ew cities in the state thathave not gone to this level.

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B l ac k Fr i day Chees eReuniting with the StRing

CheeSe inCident

By Stratton Lawrence

The Moody Blues and Tomas Wole were not the rst to say it, but weveall experienced the notion o you can never go home.

In college, with my parents overseas, holidays and summers were achance to let loose with like-minded olks. Tat meant traveling ar and wide oras many Phish, Widespread Panic, and String Cheese Incident concerts that myhitch-hiking thumb and riends with cars would allow, budget be damned.

Its been nearly ten years since those days, although I still appreciate and enjoyeach o those bands music. When I saw that the String Cheese Incident would bereuniting, kicking o their rst tour in ve years in Asheville over Tanksgiving

weekend, my old dancing shoes peaked their ears. I was headed up to themountains or the holiday with my girlriends amily, and a Friday night escapeto the Tomas Wole Auditorium seemed like a smart choice.

I called up my college roommate, who made the trip over rom Statesville,N.C., and we headed to downtown Asheville or the show. First dierence? I nolonger subscribe to the hippie threads dress code. Clad in slacks and polar eeces,we werent oered any o the psychedelic party avors that used to seem ubiquitousat these shows. We were, however, oered Jesus, twice.

Inside the show, we settled into the cozy theater. Long and narrow, the TomasWole is akin to the ownship Auditorium in Columbia. Teres not a bad seat inthe house. String Cheese kicked it o with an old avorite, Keller Williams BestFeeling, ollowed by the enchanting Mouna Bowa. Te set went back to theiracoustic roots or awhile beore the only tune that prompted a bit o eye-rolling,Lets Go Outside. I couldnt help but imagine stoner dude #1 trying to inspirestoner dudes #2 and #3 to get o the couch or a minute and do something with

their day by putting on this song, like play disc gol and smoke more weed. Butthats just me projecting

At set break, it surprised me to run into riend ater riend, including a handulo current or one-time Folly Beach residents. A huge attraction o these shows wasalways the reunion aspect, drawing riends rom around a region to shake a legand share in a mutual love or good music.

During the second set, a ew tunes took me back to my glory days. BlackClouds came a s an ea rly treat, as did the instrumental Lands End, a beautiultune with a mesmerizing ri thats as classic Cheese as they come. On the Roadarrived as a classic closing song, ollowed by a treat in the encore with a brandnew tune by lead singer Bill Nershi, Far From Home. ypically one to disdainaudiences who clap during songs, this tune intentionally incorporated claps intothe participation, without being obnoxious or contrived.

Te band closed the night with an old bluegrass avorite, How Mountain GirlsCan Love. I shed my skin, did a bit o a noodle dance, and then walked back into

the streets o Asheville, eeling 19 years old again.

AbigAil dARlington

Sur was pretty good in mid-November, with chest-high set waves or severalaternoons. Te days were warm and a haze hung over the ocean due to thetemperature dierence between the air and cooler water. Te southwest wind

was predominant and the waves cleaned up nicely on the alling tide. Tere were plentyo pitching barrels, and open aces could be ound on the well-groomed sets at the

Washout.

By Tanksgiving, however, summer was ofcially over. Tis morning it is aboutorty-ve degrees with a northeast wind o twenty knots. Nobody is out on the beach.Te only people moving around on the island are being walked by their dogs. Yes, theyare spying on you again. Te nice lady with the pomeranian is a CIA operative and the

tall man with the black lab works or JP Morgan. He is not a bank employee. He worksor the 164-year old bank ounder rom Connecticut.

Te water temperature has dipped into the high 50s. It is now time or cold wax.Use it on your surboard.

Speaking o surboards, I got a new one rom Ricky Carroll. It has a rounded noseand tail and more bottom curve or rocker than a typical sh-style surboard. With aride that looks this good, I expect to show up on the ront o Wheaties boxes within amonth. Surers talk about equipment more than any sport that comes to mind. Friendsask what board you were riding to gauge your opinion o the days conditions. Bringinga thin-tailed shortboard reminiscent o a potato chip out on a small day shows optimismbordering on hubris. On the other hand, riding a longboard built or knee-high mushon a good day shows low expectations.

Tis diers rom most sports. A goler does not bring one set o clubs when he expectsto play badly or thinks the rough will be high at James Island Municipal. Proessionalbaseball players are known to use bats with their exact custom specications or years

without change. One reason surng lends itsel to a exible outtting approach is thatthe ocean is never exactly the same two days in a row. Having more than one board inyour quiver makes you eel prepared or whatever you nd on a particular day.

Tis time o year, everyone is in ullsuits and some people are also choosing to wearneoprene boots. A good wetsuit wil l cost at least $139.95 and you can spend over $600i you try hard enough. Insist on a double blind-stitched, glued, and sealed suit to avoidcold water ushing. o test a suit, inate an arm. A good suit will hold air. Te rightsuit or you will be extremely tight and t like a second skin.

Now that you know how to pick a suit, there are no excuses or staying out o thewater. Te best thing about surng in the winter is thinner lineups. You should be oneo the people in that lineup. ake it light, my riends.

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my phone and jogged back. Nice is over. A large, shortman with a gargantuan gut muscle turned as I arrived.He seemed to be supervising the disposal o reuse in oursand dune.

You cant bury your damn garbage on the beach! Isaid incredulously. Te guy with the giant gut lowered

his silver Smokey and the Bandit sunglasses to the tip ohis nose and gave me a hard stare. Te other three adults,all in equal states o obesity, turned in my direction andstepped to the edge o the canopy. Yes, the silence wasdeaening.

Tere are garbage cans and recycling bins right overthere, I added, pointing toward the junction o the East2nd Street access with East Arctic Avenue, the greenreceptacles and blue bins within clear view. I had alsomoved my sunglasses to the tip o my nose to return hishard stare. Damn you Mr. Gut!

Are you the guddamn beach police, boy? Mr. Gutreplied, adjusting his NASCAR wie-beater, pushing hissunglasses back up his nose and taking a wide stance, stson hips. Te other adult male came and stood besidehim, striking a similar pose. I began to intently process,

shaking my head and rubbing my chin. WF? At the ar edge o the pit, the two adolescent boys,

each about nine or ten years o age, gave me a quick andstartled glance, and then looking at each other, shruggedtheir shoulders. I returned my attention to the pit, takinga closer look. In addition to various bags o trash, abroken beach chair, and a snapped cheap boogie boad,there were diapers in the pit! I was livid.

Either carry this s*^t to the trash cans or Im callingthe police, I said, ipping open my phone. I dialed theFolly Beach police anyway. I didnt think this Laurel& Hardy duo could beat me up, but I wanted the manthere just in case I became tired o beating their behindsand tossed them into their darn trash pit. But, I digress.

You a* h$le! barked the other male, tossing his bluePabst hat to the sand between us. He kinda looked like

Barney Fie very skinny arms and legs, no chest muscle,but a pot-belly. He tore o his ony Stewart tee-shirt(to reveal his bird chest Im guessing) and his Dollarree sunglasses went ying. Damn, I thought, hes a

wrastler.

We jus trying to have a good time. Aint hurtinnobody! he added, apping his arms like a brokenchicken. He tossed his shirt on the ground between us.It landed beside his PBR hat. It was as i he were markinghis territory. Has he peed in the pit? I asked mysel,concluding that they all probably had. Hell, there arediapers in the pit Even the babies have pissed, and

worse, there.

Are you serious? I laughed, more to mysel orperhaps to our unseen, odd-humored God. Is that myphone ringing or the theme song rom the wilight Zone?Nope, my phone is ringing, but its the usual tone.

Te Cro-Magnon duo nodded at each other and didsome kind o a lazy, awkward, botched double hand-slap.I turned my back to them to urther process this mess.Oh, and to laugh. It had the potential to be a snart where you laugh so hard that you snort and art. Ididnt snart or shart but I was laughing out loud. Teyseemed to not take my outward laughter in good stride,however. Was I really gonna have to ght these two obesered-necks? Perhaps they would simply all into the pitunaided My phone continued to ring, sounding evenmore like the wilight Zone. WF? I need to changedial tones

Tis is public property, countered the one withhis shirt still on; the one with the biggest gut muscle,

his arms raised as i to include the entire world aroundhim. I lited my let hand, palm orward and quicklydisplayed my still ringing cell phone with the other hand.I was busy. Simmer down Mr. Gut. Finally, the dispatchanswered.

Send an ofcer to the Folly Beach East 2nd Streetaccess. Tere are some ummmpeople burying theirgarbage on the beach, and within clear view o the trashcans, I calmly say into the phone. I didnt give her a

chance to ask the usual litany o questions, such as: Isthis an emergency? Is the victim conscious? I hung up.Perhaps this wasnt an emergency, but it was a travesty.Tere were no unconscious victimsyet.

ake your damn trash to the trash cans, I reiteratedand walked away, glancing over my shoulder in case theycharged me. Tey simply stood there glaring. TenLaurel and Hardy began to argue with each other, then

with their wives, and nally all our adults were cursingand yelling at the two adolescents. Te baby began toscream.

Back at my beach chair, I turned so that I could seethis tirade unold. As I was eating my turkey club andsipping my Corona (in a plastic cup, o course), I watchedthe obese quarto make the two little boys carry the trashto the trashcans. Te toddler with the diaper (said diapernow riding low, almost dragging the ground) stumbledtoward the pit, but was eventually snatched up by oneo the obese emales. Tere were now two screaminginants. Again - WF?

Tough I havent spent all o my lie here on FollyBeach, Ive spent a good part o it here. As a wee ladand pre-teen (1970s) I enjoyed my summers on the eastside, my grandather owning a house here. Its the oldred brick house with the totem pole in ront. It was theRed Cross station during WWII and the staging area orthe Home Guard (old salty dogs not drated but armed

with WWI ries) as they kept a watchul eye or Germansubs. Te house is probably one o the oldest structureson our island o Folly. A spooky, yet cool old house506East Ashley.

I can vividly remember the old pavilion, the views othe ocean, and smiling people o all ages. Pinball, pool,ping-pong, volleyball, horse shoes and just running crazyinto the ocean; last one in is a rotten egg! I dont thinkI, nor any o my childhood riends, really knew the smello a rotten egg, but we knew the more pleasant andpoignant smells o sun tan oil, cotton candy, popcorn, icecream, boiled peanuts and hot dogs loaded with greasychili.

Tis was when there was no Holiday Inn (nowides) and you could actually see the beach as youcame down CenterStreet. Particularly

when, as a nine-yearold, you could eitherstand up in the back

seat and excitedly bangyour head on the rooo our Ford Fairlane,or just hang your headout the window likea dog and inhale the

wind o plu mud, saltand creosote. Blue skiesahead! Going to thebeach! I can almost seethe ocean

I can also remember(a little older then) theuproar among many othe locals when HolidayInn was applying or

permits to build there. In particular, I remember theposters plastered everywhere eaturing the old lady romthe Wendys commercial: Wheres the bee? and howthe irate locals had adapted her words to say: Wheres thebeach? I sure wish I had a copy o one o those posters.

As an adult now, and having been a ull-time residentor a ew consecutive years, Ive seen a lot more, perhapsunderstanding more, actually. But, Ive never seen asgross an example o ignorance, disrespect, laziness and

resulting littering as the one described above. Tey wereactually burying their trash in a sand dune. Really? But,are they to ault? Yes, me thinks. Butdid they not getenough hugs rom ma and pa? Perhaps a good spankingrom ma or pa would have been more in order.

Folly Beach was a s popular back in the day as it is now,but the Charleston area has had a population explosion.Te ability to travel is cheaper and easier to access, so thereare more people here and rom even urther ends o theglobe, and thus, a wider variety rom dierent cultures.Tis isnt all bad, because there is something to be saidabout how cosmopolitan Charleston is. I kind o like thediversity and even the eccentricity you nd therein. Beeccentric or whatever, but behave.

Te landmass o our island hasnt expanded (quite tothe contrary, Mother Atlantic is chewing at our shores),and there are more accommodations, mainly via thestack-a-shack condos that line the beachront, blockingout everyones view. But I digress into my pet peeve:

Wheres the beach? Oh, and WF?

With the aorementioned number o olks coming toour island increasing every year, there is undoubtedlygoing to be more bad apples in the bushel. Te badapples in this proverbial bushel are bad because theydont respect or ollow the rules. When I say rules, Idont just mean the laws that are on the books, such as nolittering, speeding, ghting in public, and no peeing in aront yard other than yoursIts simply the basic rules orespect - respect or the land, respect or your ellow man,respect or yoursel.

As a child I once asked my grandather, What does

it mean to be a southern gentleman grandpa? I hadheard this phrase so many times among the adults, mosto them holding a southern gentleman in high regard. I

was quite curious in that nine-year-old way. He chuckledin his Santa Claus kinda way (he was a short, red-acedand rotund Irishman) and said:

Just be nice and respectul.

Brian Sanders owns the Lunch Hook restaurant on Folly

Beach. You can reach him at [email protected]

FOLLY ANIMAL SERVICE:Please report all Lost or

Found pets on Folly Beachimmediately. Call 588-2433

and ask for Folly Animal

Service or a police officer.

All resident animals must be

registered with the City of

Folly Beach annually and tags

must be attached to the pets

collar. Tag cost $3 and may

be purchased at Folly Beach

Public Safety, located at City

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Happy Holidays! It is that time o year; the wintermovie season is upon us. Like most years,Hollywood has saved some o the best (and

worst) or last. Tis season brings with it something orall ages and persuasions.

In my book, the independent lms seem to be leadingthe pack with multiple works that look as delectable as yourmothers home made pecan pie! Something I have beenlooking orward to or months is the mystery suspensedrama, We Need to alk About Kevin (December 9).Directed by Lynne Ramsay, this lm stars two o myavorite actors, ilda Swinton and John C. Reilly. It is agripping psychological thriller ocusing on the dissidentrelationship between a mother and her son. Based onthe best-selling novel o the same name, it shines a newlight on the idea o nature versus nurture. Tis lm hasalready received rave reviews, rom the stellar acting tothe haunting story that you will not be able to shake amust see!

Next, another lm is working critics into a renzy--thecontroversial NC-17 rated lm, Shame (December 2).Directed by Steve McQueen (III) and starring some greattalents--Carey Mulligan and Michael Fassbender, Shameis the story o a New Yorker, Brandon (Fassbender) whohas a serious sex addiction. When his younger sister(Carey Mulligan) moves in, his isolated world spins outo control as painul memoires o their past rise to thesurace. McQueen typically doesnt miss his mark, havingworked with Fassbender in his 2008 critically acclaimedlm, Hunger. Tese two seem to make a great team.

Finally, one more independent lm that should notbe missed, i or no other reason than that the story isimportant, is Te Ladydirected by Luc Besson (December2). Besson tells the inspiring true story o Burmesepro-democracy activist, leader and political prisonerAung San Suu Kyi (Michelle Yeoh). No the critics havenot been too kind to this lm, struggling with the slowpace, but this story about the Burmese peoples suferingneeds to be on our minds, especially during the holidayseason. It might be a tough one to get through, but youwill be better of or being a witness to this story and thislm. Burma VJ, an Academy Award nominee or bestdocumentary lm in 2008, began the education or me,so I look orward to learning more rom Besson with TeLady.

Lets go a bit darker with the horror lms or the winter season. Te Women in Black (February 2012)based on the book by Susan Hill has critics shaking intheir seats! Tis creepy remake stars Daniel Radclife asa young lawyer that travels to a remote village, where hediscovers a vengeul ghost that terrorizes the locals. TeWomen in Black has a long history. It was rst createdinto a lm in 1989 and adapted into a stage play plus aV movie. Te stage play was so well received that it stillplays today and is the second longest running play in thehistory o the West End. Sounds like a must see or thededicated horror an!

Another one to keep an eye out or is Te DarkestHourdirected by Chris Gorak (December 25). Tis isthe story o ve twenty somethings who nd themselves

stranded in Moscow, ghting to survive in the wake o adestructive al ien attack. Te plot brings back memories oold Outer Limits/wilight Zone episodes and that makesme excited. Emile Hirsch is among the cast and that canonly bring good things!

On a lighter holiday notethere are some wonderulheart-warming, romantic,comedic, and amily riendlygoodnesses out there to lookorward to. Te Adventuresof intin 3-D(December 21)directed by Steven Spielberg isdenitely one o them. JamieBell, better known or hisearlier works as Billy Elliott inBilly Elliott, stars as intin, the

earless young reporter whose persistent search o a goodstory thrusts him into a world o adventure. Tis lmis winning critics over with its incessant charm, visuallystunning

3-D, and good old ashioned adventure un thatmany say harkens back to the lmmakers past, but takethat with a grain o salt Super 8 was a bit heartless.

Still hanging with the kids is the heart-warming lmstarring Matt Damon, We Bought A Zoo (December 23). Acclaimed lmmaker Cameron Crowe directs the true

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Editors Note: You may recognize Dingos name as the authoro occasional poetry or the Current. Ater Hurricane Irene, hereturned home to Folly Beach or a ew weeks because he wasntable to reach the apartment he was renting on the Outer Banks,

due to a new inlet being cut by the storm. He even helped memove to my new house on the 1400 block o East Ashley, wherea hurricane could easily have the same type o efect. Heres whathappened when he returned to Hatteras.

Yesterday I had the great idea to go ride my bike tothe new inlet, six miles up the beach, a orty-ootdeep channel running rom the sound to the ocean

caused by Hurricane Irenes seven-oot surge breaking theland barrier. With ve-oot waves caused by a northeast windswell and a 40-oot deep trench in the ocean, I reasoned thatit ought to be breaking good, with long rights and lets onboth sides.

I waited until nightall to mask my departure (and orthe wind to die down too). I put some ood, water, clothes,

and my sleeping bag in a waterproo sack, drank a couple obeers, grabbed my board, put it under my arm and hoppedon the bike. As I was passing a kiteboarding shop, I heard

some loud music and knew instantly it was my good riendI have not seen since beore the hurricane. We played somemusic and had a ew too many beers, one song with thechorus, Irene you whore, you screwed everyone in town.Harmonica, guitar, and drums. It was a great jam. I let theirhouse eeling really good and slightly tired, at about 1:30 inthe morning. Everyones last words to me were somethinglike, Please, dont die.

Tere was still a northeast wind at about eight to ten milesper hour pushing against me, but I did not mind because itkept the bugs o, since I orgot that toxic insect repellentstu. Te moon was ducking in and out o the clouds andthe stars were out along the completely deserted road, NC12. I kept seeing these two eld lights over the inlet at theend o the road, and at one point I was ready to jump in thebushes thinking it was a car. I ound a small sand path tothe beach about a mile beore the inlet and gured it woulddo. Tere was a nice-looking sand trench right between two20-oot dunes, and I could not have asked or a better spotto lie down. I crawled into my sleeping bag on top o the sotsand, and looking up at the stars above the swaying sea oats,I thanked God, and easily went to sleep.

I awoke at rst light and was elling a little bit too dizzyto sur, so I went back to sleep in the shade o the tall dune.I awoke a couple hours later and decided it was time togo sur the inlet. I walked passed a couple o constructionworkers, and no one had a problem with me being there itseemed like, so, I snapped a ew shots, drank some water,and paddled out.

Im not going to lie; I was scared. Tere was somestructure in the water which I did not want to hit, and whoknows what else was submerged, not to mention the sea liegoing back and orth in the deep inlet rom the sound to

the ocean. Te waves were really un, and really weird. I

have never sured anything like it beore. Tere were thesesteep drops, some barreled on the take o, and then the wavemushed out a little, but instead o losing power, the wavewould still give you enough speed to do turns and ride or a

little while longer. Te sections on the waves were weird andvery foppy, but un to sur. It was an all around dierentwave.

Ater going over the alls on this wave in the rst set, I wasgetting sucked back into the inlet and trying to paddle out othe rip. Suddenly, a school o little bait sh started foppingall over my back. Tese sh behind were chasing them, andthe next thing I knew, I was in the middle o a eeding renzy.All alone, waves coming, caught in the current with whoknows what chasing the sh that are splashing all aroundme, and unseen debris in the water. I was reaking out andabout to go back on the beach.

Ten I paddled away rom the rip and the sh and saw anice let break in ront o me. I couldnt resist, so I paddledback out, trying not to sit on my board and stick my eet

too ar under the murky water. I caught a good wave on thenext set and made the ree all drop in and pumped downthe line. I went up to hit the section and then it zzled out,

but the wave kept going enough to do a foater and a turnon the inside.

It elt like I was surng a river. I stayed out or abouttwo hours, until the waves became inconsistent and mushy,even though the whole time I was spooked by the littlestripples in the water. It was a un, exciting session. I got outo the water and was still buzzed rom the experience. I atea squished banana and an orange or breakast, downed itwith some much needed reshwater, then took some shotswith the camera and packed up my stu.

I noticed a sign in the rubble that said, Do not enter.Bird sanctuary, and I gured Id keep it. Big mistake. Oneo the guys who runs the place came up to me and told me Iwas trespassing, and i I walked away with that sign, it wouldbe a elony. I then asked him what I should do the next timeI wanted to sur that wave, and then his phone rang. He told

me to hold on, but ater ten minutes o waiting, I let, notthinking anything o it.

More than halway through the journey back, I threwmy bike behind a bush and walked an untouched path togo check the waves. I had to put on pants, a sweatshirt, andwrap my head with my tee shirt to avoid getting eaten aliveby mosquitoes. I looked like a terrorist. I any planes passedover, I would have been radioed in, or sure.

Te rst thing I saw walking over the dunes was aslab a un, powerul wave with short punchy lines andmostly closeout barrels. Tere was nothing on the beachexcept or birds and miscellaneous trash-like dumpsters andrerigerators and pieces o docks and other dritwood. Withnobody in sight, and no designated beach access, I guredId sur naked and leash-less. Why not? It elt good.

I was getting barreled and trashed and threw my ns outon a couple o trashy, small powerul waves break ing close to

the beach. Te waves were more un than they looked. Atera couple o drits, I took a peach out o my sack, guzzledsome water, and watched a couple o clouds orm over theocean. It was ater 4 p.m., so I decided to go make my way

to a break called S-turns, and sur it beore it became toolate.

Right beore I approached the construction area o thebuilding behind S-turns, a big, stern-looking man in his work outt and a piece o steel in his hand stood in themiddle o the road and stared at me. He then abruptly said,Halt! Who goes there?! What are you doing here? Yourenot supposed to be here. How did you get here?

Ten he asked i I was up at the inlet. I told him yes. Hesaid, Oh, they were trying to give you a ticket and then youran away. I suggest you go back over the dunes where youcame rom.

Yes sir, I said and then walked away.

Hey Im not trying to be a dick, but there are peoplewith heavy machinery working here, he said.

No sir, youre totally not. Tank you sir, good day, sir, Iresponded, and then I walked over the dunes.

A man working a backhoe did not see me, and almostdumped (literally) a ton o sand on me. Tere was a spot withno beach and I tried to time the tide coming in but ailed,and got my shoes and jeans soaking wet. I then noticed thissomewhat outer sandbar pop up, as a result o pushing sandin. It was nearly perect.

I watched a six-oot wave come in and barrel let andright and spit. I was too stoked to care about anything else.It was ring with nobody out. I didnt care about a ticketor anything at this point. I had to sur, simple as that. Itstarted to rain hard now, so I threw my semi-dry clothesin the waterproo sack and paddled out. I watched headto overhead lets wall up and barrel right in ront o me.Struggling against the current, I caught one and was coveredor three seconds beore it closed out on shallow sand.

On the next wave, I dropped in going let. Te waveclosed out as I did a hard, ast turn on the lip and proceeded

to ree all. My eet were o my board, and then I magicallystepped on my grip pad and landed it somehow. Tere weresome right dredgers that I was too scared to take the waveswere heavy and closing out more and more. Ater about anhour or two o surng, I took one in, snapped a turn on thesection, and went to the beach eeling good, cold and tired.

Tere was a ree meal at the community center that theBaptist mens group cooked. I went into the air-conditionedroom with my wet shoes, jeans and semi-dry sweater andgrabbed a plate. Tey had spaghetti, bread, salad, and bananapudding or desert. I woled it down and then rode my bikehome, past the rubble-lled streets. I took a hot shower andchilled out with my roommate Joey, watching old videos oRichard Pryor. Tis pretty girl rom down the road cameover too.

It was a great day and a good night. Like a dream.

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Music calendar is compiled by Vince Perna, a Folly Beach real estate expert who also loves agood live show. For inclusion, or i you want knowledgeable answers about living on Folly, you

can fnd him at 31 Center Street or at 588-3800 and [email protected]

FollyMusic scene

Brick House KitchenLive music ues Sat.Open Mic Oyster Roast, Tursdays7:30 11 p.m.

Drop In DeliMondays the HawkesWednesdays - rivia12/10 - Royal inoil12/15 - Yellow Knie12/16 - Eric Penrod12/22 - Reid Stone

Folly Beach Brewing Company12/16 - Doug Walters12/30 - Mark Jackson

Folly Beach Crab ShackSundays Te Bill ShowMondays Open Mic w/ DaveGrunstraWednesdays - Je HoutsTursdays Folly Beach BluegrassSocietyFridays Nathan CalhounSaturdays - Live Local Musi

LocklearsMondays - Je Houts

LoggerheadsWednesdays Karaoke12/9 - Greenlevels12/10 - ida l Jive12/13 - Ben Fagan Duo

12/15 - Bringers o the Dawn12/16 - Weigh Station12/17 - Stereo Reorm12/20 - Yellowknie

12/22 - Te Hawkes12/23 - Bindlestis12/23 - Howard Duglasch

Pourhouse - James Island12/31 - New Years Eve with Sol Drivenrain & James Justin & Co.

Planet FollywoodSundays - Reggae Sundays12/9 - Dave Grunstra12/10 - Nathan Calhoun12/16 - Dan Clamp12/17 - Shakin Martinis12/23 - Kevin Church12/24 -Nathan Calhoun12/29 - Karaoke

Sand Dollar12/9 & 10 - Te Cool12/11 - oys or ots Party

Sur Bar Wednesdays - Guilt RiddenroubadourSundays - Dangermun12/9 - Johnsons Crossroads

Woodysuesdays - Jerry Cooper

Date High Tide Low Tide

Storms, hurricanes, etc., are NOT included in the predictions.Tidal current direction changes and tide time predictions canbe very different. Tide predictions are PREDICTIONS; theycan be wrong so use common sense.

Dec 9

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Foll Bech Tide Chrt

Source: www.saltwatertides.com

7:06m/7:27pm

7:46m/8:07pm

8:24m/8:45pm

9:01m/9:23pm

9:39m/10:02pm

10:18m/10:46pm

11:02m/11:36pm

11:52m

12:32m/12:46pm

1:35m/1:47pm

2:40m/2:50pm

3:46m/3:54pm

4:49m/4:57pm

5:49m/5:5pm

12:19m/1:07pm

12:59m/1:46pm

1:39m/2:24pm

2:20m/3:03pm

3:01m/3:43pm

3:45m/4:25pm

4:33m/5:10pm

5:27m/5:59pm

6:26m/6:53pm

7:31m/7:52pm

8:38m/8:52pm

9:44m/9:53pm

10:47m/10:52pm

11:45m/11:49pm

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t work a ew

weeks ago,I couldnthelp but chuckle atan ever-popular debatetranspiring on theother side o my bar. A beautiul new girlhad joined a groupo riends that hadbeen hanging outenjoying a ew Sundaymorning libations. Aterintroductions, someone inthe group (who to protect theiranonymity will remain nameless letscall them Poodle) oered a compliment tothe girl. Tis is where it all went awry.

Instead o saying a quick thank youand allowing the conversation to moveon, the lovely new stranger began toblush, disagree, and coyly wrap hersel inattention rom, now not just one membero the group, but all o them. Tis inturn orced the debate to drag on andon. Now it is great to be demure andhumble, but it is another thing entirelyto be an attention junkie and an energyvampire; thus we are going to spend this weeks column back in How to ake aCompliment: 101.

Everyone has something aboutthemselves that stands out to the point

t h a tothers take notice. An inectious laugh, a

witty sense o humor, a physical attributeo some sort; maybe you are a great kisser,an exceptional artist, or a groovy dancer.Wherever your talents, charms, or beautiesmay lie, when you are given a complimentconcerning one o them, be polite andgracious and then allow lie to move on.

I you have some trait that isnoticeably exquisite enough or a strangerto come out and comment on it to you,chances are that you have heard thiscompliment beore. You are already awareo the act that you have amazing eyes,beautiul teeth, luscious lips, gorgeoushair, or radiant alabaster skin so whatto do now? Well, rst and oremost, you

sincerely thank Mom and/or Dad or thesuper charged DNA and then you get over

yoursel. Yes, it is great that whateverit is about you is so great

hooray! Yet on the fipside, we all know those

people who travelthrough lie

s e a r c h i n gor validation and

praise, and we have allbeen annoyed by them.

Almost everyone has beentrapped in a situation with one o thosepeople that I lovingly

reer to as energy vampires. Tey arerather easy to spot and are oten talking(mostly about themselves). When theyare not, theyre generally baiting you intosome sort o story or conversation that will inevitably end up rotating around

them. Tey thrive on people validating who they are, their career choices, theirrelationship choices, and even the outtthey chose to wear today. Whatever itmay be, they want to know that the paththey have chosen is well thought o bythose around them.

What does this have to do withdating you ask? Well, maybe nothing,or maybe everything. Ive said it manytimes beore: You must grow into a sel-sustaining individual beore you coupleyoursel o. It must be exhausting to datesomeone who needs to be told how greatthey are all the time, and even more sowhen they argue with you about it.

Te moral o the story is this: I you are

beautiul, be beautiul. I you are unny,be unny. I someone notices, be grateulwithout letting it go to your head. And tomy precious riend Poodle, thank you orturning what could have been 20 minuteso absolute annoyance into a ull hal-hour o pure comedic gold.

d a t i n g f o l l i e s

Energy V am p i resTake a ComplimenT already

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hile traditionally this seasonconjures up thoughts o theholidays, don't write o shing

until the spring. One o our sheries'greatest phenomenon is taking place as thetemperature drops. Redsh are building intohuge schools, sometimes numbering in thehundreds. Casting into a pod o redsh sobig it looks like a dark cloud in the water willmake any angler's heart skip a beat.

Tese schools orm as the redsh'smetabolism slows down with the droppingwater temperature and they seek protectionin numbers rom the aster dolphins. Teredsh will try to stay in as shallow wateras possible and come up onto the ats at lowtide in hopes o evading their predator. Inaddition, on sunny days, the mud ats will

hold a ew extra degrees o temperaturewhich attracts these schools as well.

As you might expect, these sh are spooky and i chasedwill not eat. Once a school is located, it is oten best towait until the school eventually comes close to you. Tereis nothing more eective now than a chunk o crackedblue crab putting out a scent trail in the water. Rig thesebaits with a size 3/0 circle hook and it is imperative thatthe hook point come cleanly out o the bait. Put the rods

in a holder and wait until the reel starts singing beoreyou pick it up.

Bait isn't the only way to catch these redsh. Flyshermen have an advantage here as ies can land sotlyand quietly. Darker ies have been working the best witha size #2 black wiggler drawing some antastic strikes.Should black not work don't be araid to rotate over toa size #2 white/chartreuse clouser minnow. As always,aim towards the edges o the school; a cast right over the

middle will send the sh running or cover.

Sheepshead are also available and havebegun their seasonal migration oshore,although there will still be some stragglersaround. You'll want to target these sharound barnacle covered pilings or docks.Fiddler crabs and pieces o oyster have been working well. Suspend your bait verticallynext to pieces o structure using a small sinkerweight a short distance above your hook. Tebite o these sh, sometimes reerred to as"convict" sh because o their black stripes,can be difcult to detect. Given their ghtand taste though, anglers nd them wellworth the challenge.

See you on the water!

Capt. Geo Bennett operates CharlestonCharter Fishing providing y fshing and light

tackle charters. Clients choose rom a ull menu o y rods,artifcial and live bait fshing options with charters tailoredto their desires. USCG licensed and insured, Capt. Bennettis committed to providing a sae and enjoyable charter toanglers o all skill levels and ages. For more inormation, callCapt. Bennett at 843-324-3332, visit his website at www.charlestoncharterfshing.com or email him at [email protected].

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