Angle to Key West: Hard to Trust (5/27)

Back of the Truck

Norfolk, VA – May 27, 2013

“What’s going on here,” the woman said.

I wanted to hear it in a mock-stern voice. I wanted to convince myself that she was playing a joke, the way I might, like how I jumped out of the pickup truck, stretched out my hand, and introduced myself as the crazy person her husband found at the beach. But she wasn’t joking. She was stiff and tense and barely looked at me. She only stared at her husband, Keith, the whole time.

Keith’s boat was about five feet long and three feet wide. It looks almost square next to the Looksha’s seventeen foot hull, but it did what it was designed to do–get thrown in the back of a car and driven to the beach to float around in the water on calm days with just enough room to shove a few beers inside.

That’s where I met him, floating in the water off a Norfolk beach. Memorial Day crowds filled the shore, music poured out of a bar, but Keith had a bit of solitude out there on the water in that little blue boat. He paddled up to me, said hi, and asked where I was going.

I told him about Minnesota and Key West, what my plan was to get back through the Hudson in New York and how I’d have to wait until morning to cross Chesapeake Bay.

“Where you staying tonight?” he asked.

I shrugged and looked at the house-filled shore. I’d find a spot somewhere, but I knew I’d barely sleep. I’d wake at every sound and have to leave before sunrise, but that’s always been the deal, there will always be nights like that where I’m trying to be a shadow. I just don’t like talking about it.

“Well, I live a half mile back,” he said. “Why don’t you come stay with us, we’re having a big family dinner tonight.”

We slid the boat in the back of his pickup truck. Half of it hung off the tailgate so I crawled on top to hold it down and thought of Emma and International Falls and how fifteen minutes after I met her, I was hanging on the boat like a koala as she drove past the police station.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I know most of them anyway.”

This time, I just sat on top and Keith drove slow. At a stop sign, I snapped a picture to go next to all the other pictures I have of transporting the boat to people’s houses. Swallowed by a moving truck, hanging out of a van, strapped to tiny cars, roped onto trailers, they will make a great slide show one day.

Then Keith’s wife met us in the yard.

I did my best to charm her. I threw all my credibility into it. Yale Law, the Outside Magazine grant, my card and website, an offer to call my mom to vouch for me, stories about accents along the Mississippi River, and paddling past aircraft carriers in Norfolk a few hours earlier, but it all washed up like waves against a seawall.

“Don’t worry,” Keith said to her. “He’s a good guy. I can just put him in the garage.”

She turned and left. Keith backed the truck up to unload the boat.

“Keith,” I said. “I don’t want to cause you guys any trouble. I can just keep going…”

“No, no,” he said. “You can sleep in the garage.”

Then his son came out, a nice kid in his first year of law school.

“Dad,” he said. “Can I talk to you for a minute.”

They disappeared around back. I stopped untying knots and sat doen on the tailgate to wait. The ropes had already held once so I didn’t want to mess with them. Keith came back and I knew from his face.

“I don’t think this is going to work out,” he said.

Pain filled his voice. He felt bad on every side. He’d gotten caught up in this wild tale of adventure and wanted to be a part of it, to help push me forward somehow, to do a good deed, but no one else there understood that.

They didn’t watch me paddle up the beach. They didn’t sit in the water sharing stories. They didn’t look out at the Chesapeake Bay Bridge and Tunnels disappearing toward land beyond the horizon.

They saw a scraggly beard, a ripped black shirt, salt stains on black fabric, and a half-soaked man claiming to have gone to Yale Law School.

Keith stood there trying to figure something out, but there wasn’t anything he could do but take me back to the water.

“Keith,” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. You tried to help. You did what you could. I understand.”

It’s not easy, you know, trusting a stranger. It takes faith. You have to fight through a lot of fears and some people aren’t up for it. Maybe they’ve got their reasons, I don’t know, but I feel for them. The unknown world is a heavy trade for a small, familiar piece, even if it comes with the illusion of safety.

We rode the half mile back to a parking lot next to the beach and unloaded the boat. Keith handed me a bottle of beer even though I don’t really drink.

“No glass allowed on the beach,” he said. “But just put it in the boat and no one will know.”

Then he shoved ten dollars in my hand.

“I don’t need any money, Keith,” I said. “Don’t worry about it. Everything’s fine. I’m fine.”

He shook his head and pressed the money into my palm.

“No, I promised you a dinner,” he said. “Get a burger on me or something.”

I nodded and took the money, figuring it would make it a bit easier on him.

“I appreciate, Keith,” I said. “Sorry it didn’t work out.”

“Me too,” he said. “Sorry.”

We shook hands, then I waved goodbye to a stranger turned friend.

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17 thoughts on “Angle to Key West: Hard to Trust (5/27)

  1. Did you get an email address or anything. It would be great to send those people a link to the blog so they can see for themselves the opportunity they missed to have their lives enriched. They could use it

  2. I don’t know why we are all so afraid of someone who appears to be homeless! That is what the wife was thinking. All about appearances. Sad, even here in Tallahassee, where Haven of Rest Mission closed suddenly, and put 50 men out on the street who are homeless last week, I find myself looking at some strangers walking the streets in midtown and wondering if they are homeless and dangerous. Sad to see this response in myself. I cannot believe your personal charm did not win her over! Sad for them they did not get a chance to get to know you.

    1. I completely understand and have similar responses and frustrations with my own perception of the world. Always trying to do better and be aware of my internal issues!

  3. I hope that young man “googled” your name and saw what they missed: getting to know you. I know that are many folks in this world that are not safe, but you were in a long yellow 17 foot boat on the water! Who is going to take time to be bad when you are striving to make your way to your destination.

  4. What an important lesson you share in this message – thank you Daniel!

    Godspeed and safe (friendlier) travels xooxoxoxox

  5. Loved the story D. Be careful of any prejudgment you may have because life often times does not give you a second chance. Live a limitless life — it is all in your mind. I love what I read recently, “There is no key to happiness; the door is always open.” Learn not to close it.

  6. I want to talk to that woman and I’ll be bringing the F’n Davis’s and Josefina Gonzalez Hastings with me!! Let’s see if she can handle the war college professor and the Cuban mouth of the south. OK just kidding.LOL!

    Totally agree with the sentiments above but I think that these people certainly had an opportunity to confirm you and your story. The good news is that you have been blessed with so much of the opposite on this trip.

  7. Blessings to Keith. what a sad gap between his sensing and open-heartedness and that of his family. That they couldn’t trust his judgement and honor his offer to you must have left a scar on his heart.

  8. I am so sad for their lost opportunity. So glad that this is not the majority you have encountered. I would have let you stay, in my house, and let you do laundry! I would have kept you a couple of days just to hear you laugh when you tell your stories.

  9. Heard a model give a TED-talk about appearances and how her smile could turn away a traffic ticket. It is difficult for most people to overcome societal prejudices to see the opportunities begging for us to say YES! “Big family dinner” means she had expectations for the evening that you just didn’t match. Sometimes it’s hard to see beyond the blinders of hopes and dreams. Guess you’re not the kind of lawyer she wants her son to be. http://www.ted.com/talks/cameron_russell_looks_aren_t_everything_believe_me_i_m_a_model.html

    1. That is a good Ted talk…one I wish many would watch. Good point about the expectations of the family dinner…flexibility = opportunity, however…one that was missed.

  10. What a sad and thought-provoking story. I had hope to the very end that the son would say “Mom changed her mind…come on in…” I feel privileged to know you through your blog ever since Cornucopia, Wisc. and after reading this, I also feel privileged to be able to read the comments of your wise friends and relatives. Your comments added much to the thought-provoking-ness of the story. Thank you.

  11. Having been married for over 20 years here is my theory;
    a.) big family party and Keith is out paddling around drinking beer? Hmm he should have been helping get ready.
    b.) the fact the mother uses the son as a proxy to deliver the bad news suggests that possibly this isn’t the first time Keith attempted to introduce a new idea or concept or anything into the household. I can just picture Keith bringing home some wonderful piece of recyclable something and being told to bring it back from where he got it from.
    c.) sometimes its just a mood thing. Some days I am up for adventure! Somedays life roughs you up enough all you want to do is leave the adventure for another day!

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