PLUFF MUD, ATTENTION DEFICIT, AND THE TALE OF THE SUBMARINE

As I was putting together this week’s Hometown Photo Shootout on “Skylines,” I suddenly went on a digression. Some of you may have realized by now that I have a tendency to do that. I suppose I could blame Attention Deficit Disorder. Many years ago when we were wondering if our teenage son had it, I looked up the symptoms and they fit me perfectly. Actually I think they fit just about anyone. And what does this have to do with Pluff Mud? See what I mean?


Oh yes…the digression on pluff mud was so long I took it out of Friday’s blog.



But I was blaming pluff mud for the fact that Charleston’s skyline is so flat. Actually there are building codes that prohibit builders from ruining the historic appearance of the city. But the historic appearance is also probably due to pluff mud.


BUTLER: “Aren’t you making all of this up out of your head?”


BAGMAN: “Of course, he is!! Leave him alone and let him spin his tale.


Charleston is built on pluff mud. Pluff mud is like regular mud but more pungent and poofy. Like mud that wears a ballerina’s tutu. Pluff mud is halfway between regular mud and quicksand.


A construction worker building the huge new MUSC hospital next door to wear I work told me that when they were pile-driving in the hundred or so steel support beams one of them suddenly broke off and disappeared into unknown depths below.


BUTLER: “Wait a minute…”


No, that one is actually true. Well, at least the construction worker told me it was true.


But major pluff mud event in Charleston’s History (and I have the photograph to prove it) is years ago when a navy submarine had completed a trip to the North Pole under the Arctic Ice Cap. As it was approaching Charleston, apparently the captain and co-captain lost “situational awareness” probably because they were on their laptops following the example of recent airline pilots. The submarine was underwater and 150 miles past it’s destination.


And it was ploughing through the pluff mud.


When the captain realized where he was, he immediately tried to surface but only the conning tower made it above ground. It remains here to this very day, not far from the College of Charleston’s baseball field.

BUTLER: “And you expect anyone to believe that?”


BAGMAN: “I believe it! In fact, when Mark was taking that picture, I distinctly heard voices calling up from underground! Now ask him to tell the one about the floating ghost ship!

Oooooo Halloween Ooooooo

I don't really like Halloween.  It means I have to get up from the couch too many times and answer the door.  

But this year, Daisy needed a walk at the height of it, so I thought why not take the camera...no flash...just set it on wide aperature and automatic exposure so it would shoot lots of junky out of focus stuff.  Ooooo.  Out of focus.  Spooky.

Our neighbors down the street really get into it.

They have an inflated dracula that rises up out of an inflated coffin.

I'm not sure, but I think this might be a real ghost.

And then this descended upon me, I shot it just before losing consciousness

Daisy, of course, was going absolutely freaky.  There were people all over the place but also dog...some of them dressed up.  A little furry white pug faced thing in a tutu with horns drove her into circles.  It wasn't until I left the neighborhood that she calmed down enough to "go"...and by that time her bowels and bladder just lost it.  I think she had a good time because when we got home she curled up behind Karen and never poked her head up again.