Oct 26, 2010
The Dutiful Husband’s Bench
I don’t recall who spoke first; but once we started we had a grand time. If you’ve ever visited Front Street in Beaufort you know the drill. …..
NOTE: A “long one” but worth it. There’s an Unpleasantness Update at the bottom where it belongs!
The focus of this charming waterfront community in Carteret County is several blocks of antiques shops, galleries and bistros all arrayed for the express purpose of appealing to a niche clientele. Blondie and I be of that niche and have been for several decades.
Blondie has several Beaufort shoppes (!) that she frequents; invariably buying a nick or a nack to compliment the nick, nack or curio that she purchased on an earlier visit. I dutifully fulfill the “I’m with her” role.
She strides purposefully into a quaint shop. I tag along. The proprietor smiles at her and asks me if she can help me. I give the “I’m with her”
… a time-honored Danse Retailer.
signal setting in motion a time-honored Danse Retailer. The proprietor concentrates her subliminal selling chit chat at Blondie while I endeavor not to break anything. The good folks in Beaufort offer a slight alternative to all this – the Dutiful Husband Bench.
Weathered benches have been placed at intervals outside the shops. In olden days dutiful husbands could smoke or whittle while waiting for their wives to peruse and purchase. Its 2010, we can check sport scores on smart phones or, as happened this day, engage in the ancient art of pleasant conversation.
One of us made a oral pronouncement directed to no one in particular of no strong opinion. “Sure is a nice day” (which it sure was) is a safe choice. The bench partner then can respond or not. Or not ends the exercise. In our case the other volleyed back with “it sure is” and it was “Game On”.
He was slightly my senior and dressed as I in the casual attire of the coastal visitor. Occupations, net worth and other telltale demographic signs were indistinguishable. Just a coupla husbands dutifully waiting while our wives browsed on a sun-drenched Saturday in Beaufort.
45 minutes later we parted, both rejuvenated that we had chanced upon a fellow “nice fella”. Our wives had checked in on us during our extended conversation. Both relieved and pleased that her guy had found something to occupy his mind and time that did not involve breaking anything fragile or requiring her to apologize to anyone.
We covered a wide array of topics including both the “P” and “B” issues …. those being “Politics” and “Butch”. He being a litigator and I an Internet smart-aleck, shyness was not an encumberance. He had deliciously strong opinions and I’ve been known to have same on occasion. That we shared the same opinions made for a harmonious respite.
He was a UNC alum, and long time supporter, not in concert with BOTBob’s CYA cabal or the zombie mob threatening anyone opposing their BCS fantasies.
Coincidentally, I had met another gentleman of similar opinion a few hours earlier at the NY Deli on the Atlantic Beach Causeway. In both cases, I had not expressed my own views before they did. No doubt we are the only three who feel so according to the screechers. Actually there’s at least one other that you will meet in a few minutes.
My Diogensian quest to meet interesting fellows struck paydirt on a bench in Beaufort on a Chamber of Commerce day along The Crystal Coast.
M-I-Z … Z-O-U – Howsabout dem Tigers! My disdain for the putrid underbelly of big time college sports does not keep me from enjoying the actual on-field competition. With the moon-dappled Atlantic lapping outside our seaside condo, Blondie and I cheered on our Missouri Tigers vs the #1 ranked Sooners via HDTV…. a humdinger of a game for the perennial bridesmaid Tigers.
Gameday from the columns was fun. Kid reported that Columbia was a crazy zoo all day and that was before the big win. Yes, the Sooners were over-rated and Mizzou will face a stiffer challenge in Lincoln but it was a fine time nonetheless. Did I mention Kid was babysitting for Mizzou Coach Gary Pinkel’s family? The tentacles of TeamBobLee are everywhere.
The World Series between Josh’s Rangers and Buster’s Giants will draw far fewer viewers than Dancing With The Survivors Of American Idol, but I’ll be watching. Blondie is convinced that Tim Lincecum, despite two Cy Youngs, should be in the Little League WS in Williamsport rather than the Big Show.
Go Josh Go !! Re: Nolan Ryan – we love ya, Nolan; but ease up on the nachos with extra cheese before you’re bigger than Bevo.
Speaking of Bevo – Orangebloodied board monkeys on the warpath for Mack’s head on a stick. That means another dozen rumors that Mack will be coming back to UNC in any of 4-5 capacities.