A loud explosion with accompanying car alarms woke me up. With the same mindset as those throngs I criticized last night, I stepped outside to see what was happening. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary (at least, for Myrtle Beach) so I stepped down to the lobby for coffee.
A man also getting coffee was full of information. First, I found out that the explosion was a bird flying into a transformer nearby. Funny. I didn’t see any lights flicker. Then he proceeded to instruct me on the best methods for using non-dairy creamer as an incendiary device. The phrase, "Hey ya’ll, watch this" ran through my brain. Finally, he filled me in on the tragedy from last night. A man and his sons were floating in the surf, and got caught be rip currents. One boy was pull under and lost, and the father suffered a heart attack while attempting to rescue him. He died at the hospital. The boy’s body was not recovered. According to my source, it takes 72 hours for a body to wash up. That gives me even less incentive to go swimming today, so we packed the car and headed out early.