I have to contribute here and as a few of you know that was my picnic table.

But here is the story I want to relate. There was once an old curmudgen fisherman that lived in Sebastian. His initials were A.M. and every other Sebastian fisherman knows well just who that is...er was. He hated the marine patrol and fishing regs of any kind and often did things he knew to be unlawful just to do them. He was also very intelligent and resourceful. One night while being persued by the marine patrol and his nemisis Jay Mills. (a real first class officer by the way) He ran his boat inside the old inlet (it is just north of the existing one and too shallow to enter except on high tide) Hid it in the mangroves and started walking south toward Wabasso in what was to become A1A. He got south of black point and saw a picking light out several hundred yards in the river. It was....lets say deacon John here as he yet dwells in out little community. Well, John hears a voice calling his name out in the river at 3 am. He hasn't seen or heard another boat or light since right after dark. "John i'm coming" it says. Well John says "I hear you Lord" and falls to his knees and starts to recite the Lord's prayer.

Now this much I can tell you, but here A.M.'s account varies from deacon John's in regard to what was said when he saw A.M. standing in neck deep water asking for a ride across the river.

Later the next morning A.M.'s son enlisted the aid of my fishing partner of many years to search for his father A.M. as he hadn't returned from fishing the night before and his boat was missing. After a long search by boat and automobile they found A.M.asleep in his own bed. (the last place they expected to find him.

The sequel to this story is the marine patrol found A.M.'s boat and took it to Titusville, but had to return it the next day as A.M. had reported it stolen.

To the very best of my knowledge every word of what I have told is true.. Except of course for the picnic table.

Best regards,
Frankk