A day in Beaufort (sounds like Bew-ford).
15 November 2009 | Beaufort, SC
Today we met Johnny Lee Bee. He was biking along the same street when he decided to take a chance and stop to talk to us. We had just opened up our map of the city. I was taking a photo of the Spanish moss hanging down from the trees with a view of Lion's Paw at anchor. Draped with sunglasses, hats, camera, purse (me only) and a large shopping bag, I suppose we looked like tourists (something that all the guide books tell you not to do), but we had a good feeling about this town and didn't feel threatened at all. Turns out, Johnny Lee Bee (you gotta love a name like that) didn't feel threatened by us either. Evidently, he had admired the same view for many years. He'd been born with-in a couple of blocks from there and when he learned that we were from Canada, he was thrilled to tell us that he had gone to Toronto's Caribana Festival. We had a great conversation about his town and the changes he had witnessed over the years. Thanks to people like Johnny Lee Bee, we've been able to really enjoy our walks into town. He told us that our meeting was a divine intervention. Whatever it was, isn't important. Both Steve and I welcome the chance meeting.