Kip Being Kip

Robby hates it when I write a blog about him, but this is a Kip story, and it is too funny to pass up. I was at Castaway's a few weekends ago (it's a bar). Kip looked over and said "How is Rob?" I said "Robby?" He said "Yeah, Rob." I laughed. Said I didn't know how he was, I hadn't talked to him lately. Then, I said "You know Kip, he hates being called Rob." He said "Well, I've always called him that." I said, "Well, he doesn't like it." Kip said "I don't give a shit, that's what I'm going to call him."

How can you tell if your dying?

I wish someone could tell me. Because Kip has congestive heart failure. So on occasion his lungs fill up with fluid. Does this mean he is always dying? No. Does this mean that a few times a month he thinks he is dying? Yes.

When Miss Annette leaves town, it freaks him out. So, if there is any little thing wrong, he worries about it. Now, the man is one big stint.

Yesterday, we all put our life on hold for a good hour to ensure that Kip wasn't really dying this time (take note, Miss Annette was out of town). He couldn't decide whether to call an ambulance or not. Or if he wanted someone to take him to the hospital. I was up for driving him to the hospital, luckily, I didn't. The time I would have gotten to the bridge with him, the bridge was turned for a good twenty minutes. I would have had heart failure, and he would have probably decided it would be faster to swim across. Well, come to find out, he had worried himself again. So, instead, while I was sitting at the bridge. I called my EMT friend that I had just passed. He said "Call Kip and tell him to call the damn rescue squad. If they need to take them, they will. If they don't, they won't." (Everyone loves a voice of reason).

Later Melissa called to tell me he was better. "He took a Xanx." Kip. I love the man.

The Man & The Point

I fish out on the point quite frequently. A week ago, after leaving The Point, Kip called and asked Melissa where she was and what she was doing. She explained that we had just been fishing on The Point. He said he hadn't been there in a long time.

For those of you not up on Topsail politics and such, Kip owns The Point. There has been a big deal about it being sold or not sold. He owns to "the high tide line." Well, the high tide line changes constantly. Luckily, since it is the south end of the island, it has gained. A week ago Kip said he hadn't been down there in five years. Yesterday, I believe he said it had been a year. There is no telling really, but, based on the number of "GD look at this!" and "WOW"s I would believe it has been closer to five years than one. He thought it had gained thirty acres since he last saw it. He also enlightened me to what it was worth last time he checked. I was in awe then.

Kip told me about the camp that they use to have on Lea Island. He camped there in the 40's. It was a fishing camp run by his in-laws. I told him that I've always wanted to camp there, but have yet to do it. He said "A lot of the young kids do that!" He also explained to me the pilings that were in the inlet, use to be way back on Lea Island and that is where the unloaded the boats for the houses that were built there. We sat and watched the dredge dredging the inlet. Questioning why they were doing it now, because it is going to try to fill back in before summer.

He kept taking his beer caps and setting them up by my shifter. "Just in case." I suppose it was "just in case" we got pulled over, but you don't get pulled over when he is in the car.

The included picture isn't from yesterday, but last year. It is the same dredge though. Yesterday's pictures were not very pretty, it was a bit hazy. And honestly, I don't know where my camera cord is.