My neighborhood turns into a hotbed of activity after Memorial Day. The streets move from people you know, to wandering tourists searching for bagels or the beach. Sometimes people seemed dazed and confused in their search for lighthouse satisfaction. In these cases I want to give them water and make them sit for a bit, but they trudge off, heading to greater sites than my street corner.
With the rise of cruise ship industry, comes the rise of the lighthouse tour. These busses are huge on our tiny streets, like little boats themselves actually. They lumber past my house, packed full of tourists taking it all in. Sometimes they actually point at us sitting on our front porch, like we are part of the attraction or something. I can almost hear them yelling, “Look! A local!”
That’s why I’ve devised a plan for my own personal amusement. I call it–The Lobster Trap. This is not what you’re thinking. It doesn’t actually involve a trap, but a simple plastic lobster left over from my last year’s writing retreat. I set that lobster a corner of my yard, tucked between the hostas and day lilies. Then I watch as the tour buses come around the corner.
I wait for it. Then I almost hear somebody yell, “Look, a lobster is climbing that tree!”
The whole bus whips to attention and actually comes to life before my very eyes.
That’s good Vacationland fun.