Daily Journal Continued March 26,1998, By William Thomas Thompson May the Lord bless this day and make me to witness. I could hear the mighty roar of the seashore breaking waves at 6am. I was aware the light in my bathroom had gone off and with my luck the power was off all along the beach area. I dressed in a jogging suit by the twilight and went to the desk. The bird was not talking in the lobby. I walked to the beach but there it was all rock. A man of considerable years stood looking at the sun rise and ask me,was it red when it came up? I answered carefully, I donot know. The gentlemen looks hard at the sun with this great question on his face as he leaned heavy on his cane and focused his eyes on this early sun over the rushing sea line with a heavy mist on my face. I sensed that this dear man had missed something very precious to him like the world of people today are missing in knowledge and understanding of the most important things life offers and that creation reveals. I was told there was a beach out here but there is a chain link fence. I walked to the North side where I saw the surfers last evening near the curve in the road. Here,there was a ramp off the public parking lot and I went down onto the sand where a wave suddenly blast a rush of water up to my knees. There was a sign saying"no swimming".When I returned to my room 103,the electric power was back on so I dressed after the seasalt and was soon on my way to meet my guest 10 miles away on I-95 at exit 95 at 7.50 A.M.,a mile a minute. Yes? but for the old bridge crossing the waterway to the heart of St.Augustine was backed up a mile. I arrived for the 8A.M. breakfast at Shoneys to be with my guest staying at the Best Western next door. I ask for oranges cut in wedges so I can eat them with my hands. The first answer was"we have no oranges"but later delivered a bowl to our table.(I was early but late. My guest was later than I). After a good breakfast and a tour of the old fort,we toured the old city of historic St.Augustine,We visited the fish hatchery for colored fish and nursery then on another 5 miles west where stawberries were to be available but the place was closed in this beautiful farming country rich looking soil land. Then we had lunch at the Seafood Kitchen across the old bridge again. As we parted ways, my friends traveled South via A1A toward Daytonna Beach but I crossed back to the mainland to patronize the Holiday Inn on Ponce De Leon Ave.for a trip to the rest room where I must brush my teeth before my gums comeout. I then stopped by the Herb Shop where I had found alot of interest in growing herbs inside the fort. The people seemed ready to move there and ask me what I would pay them to live there and run the place while growing herbs and selling them there If I would agree not to put anyone else in there that they might not like. I answered,not a thing. I said frankly,If I cannot get peoples interest enough to put hands on to fix up the place,then it can remain as is and just be a art showplace. The smell of beer and cigarette breath told me I am in the wrong place. I walked away standing tall and proud that I trust God and never was addicted to awful smoke and beer,never ever having one drop in my body. If people didnot feed the habit, they would not need so much of the Devil's money. Why can't I have it exactly as I want it,smoke free. It can be a model city or haven of rest with the Devil's vises outside the gate I pray.