Acorns for Sale
In a little town on the Gulf of Mexico you could find Staff's Restaurant from 1931 until it closed in 2013. I'm proud to say that I had a meal in that family owned restaurant. An amazing slice of history for the Ft. Walton Beach area, resting now with the ages.
We took our daughter Madeline to Staff's for dinner in 1997, shortly after moving to the panhandle of Florida. She was a little thing, not quite two. Though she did well through dinner, she was ready for a change of scenery about check time. Since we had just moved, our credit card seemed to think it odd that we were dining in Florida. As Paul waited for the payment to go through, Madeline and I stepped out for a needed walk.
The only thing between Staff's and Highway 98 was a narrow sidewalk. We had two choices. We headed East which seemed a little more open and lit. Hand in hand we walked until we came to a large Live Oak tree. Madeline stopped for a little acorn collection. Once her hands and pockets were filled, we continued.
In the not-far-enough distance, I spotted a man walking West on 98. He was easy to notice as he stumbled and talked aloud to himself. Turning back to the safety of the restaurant seemed a bad idea, as he would then have been out of sight and behind us. I sized him up and decided that with the adrenaline of a mama bear, that I would surely possess if needed, I could take him. He was pretty thin and drunk.
The gap between us continued to diminish. Finally, there were only about ten feet left until the dreaded pass, on this narrowing sidewalk. We met. He stopped. We stopped. Madeline held out her hand and his met hers. She loaded him up with all of the acorns that could fit into such a tiny hand.
He smiled. It was actually a beautiful moment. He reached into his pocket. My adrenaline started to rise. I began to figure out what my best angle of attack was going to be.
He pulled out a wad of cash. Rolled in some sort of peel-off, easy access, billionaire style. As he removed what to many could have been a life savings, he said, "Now let me see what I have for you."
I quickly responded, "No, that is not necessary."
He replied, "No, it actually is. It is never too early for a child to learn the value of a dollar. She gave me these beautiful acorns and she deserves something in return." He removed the outermost dollar bill and handed it to Madeline.
My next thought was, "I wonder what she's going to think of this. Has she even seen a dollar bill? Have I taught her anything about money?"
Much to my surprise, and shredding any other thoughts I could have, Madeline SHOVED that dollar bill into the recesses of her pocket! I don't know if she knew what it was, but she certainly knew that she wanted it. Even more than the acorns!
We thanked him and said goodbye. He continued East toward Staff's and we walked a little farther West, allowing the distance between us to widen enough to warrant turning back.
Within minutes I noticed a police car passing. His lights turned on. He pulled over and stopped the man who had just educated Madeline on the value of a dollar. We turned, stayed back out of the way, but close enough to intervene on his behalf if necessary.
The two spoke for a moment. The man continued on towards Staff's and we were close enough by this point to engage the police officer in our second lesson of the night. I began, "Madi, this is a police officer. See the clothes that he wears. He is here to keep us safe."
We approached the officer, he smiled. I asked him about the man and let him know that he had not been any trouble for us. He assured me that he was simply doing his job and trying to make sure that all was well. While we were making small talk, Madeline noticed that she was once again under the Live Oak tree. She filled her hands once more. In perfect toddler style she quickly lifted her hands and offered her newly acquired goodies to the officer.
He graciously accepted her kindness and said, "Now, what do I have for you in exchange for these lovely acorns?"
My only thought was, "Where in the world have we moved to? Do these people never stop and pick up acorns? Do they not realize that they are free and ALL OVER THE GROUND?"
He pulled out a quarter and offered it to Madeline. She promptly added it to the pocket that contained the dollar. Our ten minute walk had earned her $1.25!
I turned to the officer and our eyes met. He said, quietly, so Madi wouldn't hear, "You know, that is the most that I've ever paid for a handful of acorns." I looked at him and replied, "You know the man that you stopped? He gave her a dollar!"
We both agreed that there was a lot more to the human heart than meets the eye. You never know where you will find kindness.
Covid + Life = Change
Humor is starting to make a comeback as we settle into "Life After Covid." At first it was surreal. Covid soon became so real that it certainly wasn't funny. Now there are moments where we think, "Wait, that was funny. Right?"
March 21st brought a change to life at the beach. All access to the green waters and white sands were removed, whether you were a visitor or a local. This certainly wasn't funny, but several things have made me smile. As much as I dislike seeing the yellow police tape spanning the access to the beach, the words "Crime Scene Do Not Cross" make me smile. I think to myself, "Perfect choice! This certainly is the scene of a crime!"
As the beaches have become off limits, locals have taken more walks and bike rides around the neighborhoods. I recently passed another walker and we kept to opposite sides of the street. He donned a t-shirt showing his allegiance to my rival football team, the Auburn Tigers. I couldn't hold back my laugh and then had to explain. I told him that normally I wouldn't chuckle at this moment, at his Auburn shirt. With Covid and all that was happening I shared my bizarre thought, "Darn, even in a pandemic I can't escape the Auburn Tigers." He laughed, I continued to smile and then we returned to our walk. Still rivals, but happier in some strange way.
This reminded me of a time at Lambeau Field. Eddie Lacy, a Green Bay Packer, had played for Alabama. I wore my houndstooth ball cap to the game along with my Packer gear and settled into our family seats. Within moments the guy behind me chuckled and asked if he could borrow my ball cap. A strange request. No true southerner could say no, so I complied. I was surprised myself to see my fingers remove my beloved ball cap and hand it to this stranger. He had the biggest smile and I was concerned. He looked at it, almost glowing, and then called to his buddy five seats to his left. "Hey Jim, check this out!" Jim turned, took one look at my cap and said, "I drove over 1,000 miles to get here and I STILL can't escape AL-A-BAMA!" We all laughed!
Will these Covid times allow for laughter? We must laugh because the body cannot survive on stress and tears alone. Find humor. Look up Covid memes. My personal favorite is the empty toilet paper roll that has been skewered with three toothpicks and placed in water to root, like an avocado seed. What about the mass celebrated by an Italian priest who accidentally activated his Facebook filters. Inappropriate laughter? YES! But it is STILL FUNNY!
Though empty shelves are not fun to look at, I did smile at the empty floor to ceiling bike section at Walmart. That was a sign that families were getting out, getting fresh air and exercise, together. Find laughter, it is out there. And don't worry, you're not a bad person for enjoying it.
Kristen Alger is an author whose goal is to help you find the fun side of life. Everybody needs a little laughter or sometimes, a little sage advice!