Seastars

My family spent Easter weekend on Tilghman Island on the eastern shore of the Chesapeake Bay in Maryland. We had a couple of rooms at the Black Walnut Point Inn, which basically sat in the middle of a nature conservancy at the very end of a road that turned into gravel for the last mile or so. Seriously! You looked like you were driving the wrong way. The inn itself was an old house on the point, which has over time been used as a religious retreat, a local company's presidential house, and now is a bed and breakfast. On Saturday she and I drove to a nearby town, St. Michael's, and looked around at the little shops and harbor. Then we brought lunch back from the "So Neat Cafe and Backery" on Tilghman Island. They were just about to close up for the weekend (it was almost 3 pm), but we managed to charm them and weedle a few sandwiches out of them, which by the way were simply fantastic. As one of the woman rang up our order, she asked Annie and I if we were seastars. Not really sure what she meant by that, we told her that "No, we were new to the area and thus couldn't be seastars,"....all the while thinking that she was referring to some program like Girlscouts take on the Sea or Kids High on Ocean Life. Who knows. Anyways, she just laughed and said "Awww no no no. I asked if you were siiiiisters" in her slightly southern drawl. And then she made fun of us for 'not knowing what a seastar was.' Mmmhmm. It was a classic moment. One I am sure they will remember for quite some time. And I do have to admit, I love my little seastar Annie.