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If you are not still tapped into the AGLCA jungle drums, you may not be aware that Mr. Parks passed away a few months ago. Big loss for a small island. Fortunately we had an opportunity to meet him and stay at his marina last fall and he was still as feisty as ever.
On the same trip over on Smith Island, we tied up to the Tylerton town dock and went to the grocery/restaurant for a crabcake sandwich. As we were placing our order, the cashier/cook/server received a phone call that her father-in-law had not return from the Bay on time and was missing. All the local fishermen immediately hit the water with their boats and after several hours he was unfortunately found deceased on his boat from a heart attack. Apparently he had a pre-existing heart condition and his physician had told him that his next heart attack would be his last so he continued to do what he loved and literally died with his sea boots on.
Very tight knit communities, it seemed that everyone that we talked to over the next few days was related to him, from folks at the cake shop to the curator of cultural center in Ewell.
If you are not still tapped into the AGLCA jungle drums, you may not be aware that Mr. Parks passed away a few months ago. Big loss for a small island. Fortunately we had an opportunity to meet him and stay at his marina last fall and he was still as feisty as ever.
On the same trip over on Smith Island, we tied up to the Tylerton town dock and went to the grocery/restaurant for a crabcake sandwich. As we were placing our order, the cashier/cook/server received a phone call that her father-in-law had not return from the Bay on time and was missing. All the local fishermen immediately hit the water with their boats and after several hours he was unfortunately found deceased on his boat from a heart attack. Apparently he had a pre-existing heart condition and his physician had told him that his next heart attack would be his last so he continued to do what he loved and literally died with his sea boots on.
Very tight knit communities, it seemed that everyone that we talked to over the next few days was related to him, from folks at the cake shop to the curator of cultural center in Ewell.