We went to St Simon for dinner that night
so we could be close to their "ghost walk"
thru historic St Simon. I wanted to get some
pics of the lighthouse tho, so didn't go
with them on the walk.

For some reason, mom's flip flops developed a squeak.
Not one of them, but both... and loud squeaks at that.
We begged her to get some new ones before the walk,
but she'd have nothing to do with it. To give you an idea
of how loud they were, after shooting the lighthouse
I started down a path which ran parallel to the crashing
waves about 15ft away. Ahead, I noticed a large group of people (50-75)
coming towards me, being lead by someone carrying a lantern.
"Ah, this must be the ghost tour" I said to myself, and stepped
off the path to allow them to pass.

As the woman with the lantern approached, I wanted to say hi to
mom, Kim, and the kids as they went by, but figured there'd be so
many people there's no way I'd be able to find them. Then I heard
the flip flops squeaking...softly at first, but growing louder. From
the very front of the group and over the deafening wind and waves,
I heard mom's flip flops. She was almost at the very back of the group.

I'll bet there's a whole group of tourists who's story of the
ghost walk was upstaged by someone in the
group wearing squeaky shoes.