Today did not go at all as planned. That's OK but it requires some
explanation. While on Saturday's Jekyll Island tour, I learned that a
trolley tour was available on Saint Simons. There's just one a day and by
the time I looked into it yesterday, it was too late. However, the tour
was available on Monday and I successfully booked it. With Monday being
Christmas I was a little surprised but not shocked. Tourist dependent
businesses need to operate when the tourists are around and that could
easily mean Christmas. I knew that at least a couple of nearby restaurants
planned to be open on Monday and had actually avoided one in order to save
it for after my tour. On Christmas, my phone rang on the way to the tour.
It was from an unfamiliar number and I didn't answer under the assumption
that legitimate callers leave messages. She was and she did. The Christmas
tour availability was a mistake. It was to have been removed from the
website weeks ago. Apparently I was the only one who was dumb enough to
think it might be legit. Rather than hang around Saint Simons, which I had
already puttered around quite a bit on Sunday, I decided to head over to
Jekyll Island. My time there on Friday had been at or after twilight and
I'd since learned of a quite old piece of Jekyll Island history I had not
seen. That piece of history is this tabby house
that William Horton built around 1743.
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When I decided to leave Saint Simons for Jekyll, I assumed I would find a
replacement for that restaurant I was skipping for the second time. That
was a bad assumption. The one restaurant I found open offered only a very
upscale buffet that had taken over what was normally the bar so that there
wasn't even the option of sipping a beer while contemplating my situation.
I did find a place that would open at 4:00 with "Christmas dinner and
all the trimmings". The dining room at the Jekyll Island Club Hotel
may have also had something going but anything there seemed likely to be
even more upscale (and outside my comfort zone) than what I'd already
seen. In the end I headed back to Saint Simons and the restaurant I'd been
trying to replace.
And that's how I came to be sitting down to a normal Christmas dinner of
crab cake, grits, and broccoli when these four lads came by singing
Christmas songs. That's Matthew on the left, then Mark, Luke, and Ringo.
Together they're called the Jinjers. Dumb name. Funny spelling. It could
work.
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