I walked along a remote beach toward a driftwood fort that I had constructed over a period of weeks some months ago. It was sturdy, built in the dunes above the tidal fray, and it had withstood storms and 70 mile-hour gusts. It would last all spring, summer and fall and delight those who got off the grid and found this secret beach and its geological wonders. <\/p>\n
I reached the fort, the sun was going down, and I looked up at my creation.<\/p>\n
There was a man sitting outside the fort on one of the support logs! He was strumming a ukulele and it wasn’t a toy store model, but the real deal. <\/p>\n
I hailed a hello. He said he was waiting for a friend who was walking on the beach. He was here to rest. A few days ago he had nearly died in a hospital from a heart condition, but miracle drugs resuscitated him, and here he was strumming a ukulele in front of my fort! I asked if he would compose a song about driftwood forts. He said he would. I’d probably never hear it, but that didn’t matter because I knew I had just commissioned the first song in the history of world music about driftwood forts written on ukulele!<\/p>\n
I said goodbye and he went to work. I heard a couple chords and then the ocean drowned out that sound as I continued on my way. <\/p>\n\n
I walked along a remote beach toward a driftwood fort that I had constructed over a period of weeks some months ago. It was sturdy, built in the dunes above the tidal fray, and it had withstood storms and 70 mile-hour gusts. It would last all spring, summer and fall and delight those who got […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4925,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[29,5],"tags":[47,6,48,13],"class_list":["post-4924","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-driftwood-forts","category-meditations","tag-driftwood-forts","tag-matt-love","tag-oregon-beaches","tag-oregon-coast","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4924","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4924"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4924\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4926,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4924\/revisions\/4926"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4925"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4924"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4924"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4924"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}