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The freaky one:
I’ driving the beach one afternoon and I see two of my buddies parked at the end of the beach where the signs are up marking the end of the drivable area. I pull up to my friends and I sense uneasiness. I say ‘what’s up guys?’ and they say ‘look on the other side of the truck’. Sitting on the sand with his back up against one of the posts is this guy (in his late 20’s?) and he has what is left of a dead seagull on his head. They tell me he came walking out of the dunes minutes before I showed up, picked up the bird on the way, sat down and put it on his head. He’s rocking back and forth a little, muttering, then he gets up, walks to the water, starts doing pushups followed by sit-ups…. we leave. The next morning I’m driving maybe 4-5 miles down the highway and see someone walking down the side of the road with a huge backpack made of a blue tarp. As I drive past I see it’s him - and he’s taken the bird feathers and made an Indian style headdress out of it (pretty good one, too.)
The crazy one:
We’re on the beach, middle of July middle of day. Trucks up and down the beach, bumper to bumper (the good old days before plover infestation!). About 100 yards to our left we see rising into the air 7-8 weather balloons and below it is this woman in a lawn chair eyes and mouth wide open. She’s 20 yards up, 30 yards up - we can’t believe she hasn’t jumped. 40 yards, 50, 60 up up and away. Then a couple of hundred feet in the air, a couple of hundred yards out to sea. I call the Ranger Station and get a ranger (Bob). He shows up less than 5 minutes later. By now she’s a speck in the sky, starting to get close to the flight path headed into Logan, we’ve got the binoculars out and on her. But in the time it takes Bob to show, other people are talking to us about her. Something’s not right – we can’t figure out why she didn’t jump? We point out the general vicinity of the launch point, and Bob goes down to a bunch of trucks with bumper stickers IDing them as Shriners. No one will fess up. Finally, Bob lays down the law: He’s got to call the Coast Guard to get a chopper up - peoples lives are at stake – last chance. They fess up: It was a blow up doll.
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