The Cottage Where Tigers Came Home 🐅🌴

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Back in 2o1O… life was just amazing for me…

At the time, I was serving as the resident director at a Christian men’s drug rehab and discipleship training program down in Bradenton, Florida… in the Tampa Bay area…

It was so rewarding… so awesome… to have a hand in helping guys get off drugs… to watch the transformation take place in their lives… to see hope return where there had once been none…

We also did a lot in the community to help people.

Folks would call my office looking for help. Maybe they needed help moving… maybe an elderly person needed some yard work done… and sometimes it was something completely different. I received those kind of calls often, and through them, I made many friendships.

One day I got a call from an older gentleman named Dan.

He lived alone… his health wasn’t the greatest… and he needed some work done around his property. He wanted to know if there was any way we could help him.

Of course, I told him we could.

So I grabbed a few guys, and we headed out to his place.

Dan lived on Anna Maria Island… in Holmes Beach… and his property sat directly on the Gulf side.

As I pulled up and stepped out of the truck, I was in awe.

It was beautiful.

There were three houses on the property.

One was the main house where Dan lived.

Another was a rental house.

And then there was a little two bedroom cottage… over eighty years old… sitting quietly near the water.

It needed a lot of work.

No one had lived in it for more than ten years…

Dan and I became good friends…

I would often stop by to check on him.

Sometimes I’d pick up some food, and we’d sit out on his back deck… have lunch… talk… and stare out at that blue green water.

It was so vibrant in color that it didn’t even look real.

Dan had lived a lot of life.

He was full of true stories… the kind you can’t make up.

I loved listening.

Every visit felt like opening another chapter of a book.

One day he told me he wanted to start renovating the cottage and renting it out again.

He asked me if I’d be interested in helping.

I agreed.

And over the course of the next year… I spent much of my free time out there on the island working on it…

Most days I’d bring a couple of the guys with me.

Little by little… room by room… we started bringing it back to life.

And finally… one day…

We put the last finishing touches on it.

It was ready to be lived in again.

A few days later, Dan called me.

He asked if I could come by.

Said there was something he wanted to talk to me about.

He knew I was looking for a place to live.

And then he told me something I’ll never forget.

He said he’d love for me to be his neighbor. 😁

A few weeks later…

I relocated myself to 3220 Gulf Drive.

And just like that…

I became about that life…

The Salt Life.

My buddy Nathan lived there with me for a while…

And we made a lot of good memories…

It was just unreal living there…

I had a hammock stretched between two palm trees in my backyard.

I had an enclosed back patio with an incredible view.

I’d sit out there and play my guitar… and watch the sunsets.

At night… I’d lay in bed and fall asleep to the sound of the waves crashing.

I found out the cottage had quite a history…

Back in the 80s and 90s… Dan rented it out to many famous people…

Two of which were the Allman Brothers Band…

And Gunther Gebel Williams… the famous animal trainer from Ringling Bros. Circus.

Gregg Allman… Jaimoe Johanson… and Allen Woody were regulars…

Dan told me many times that he’d have to walk over late at night and tell them to quiet down…

They’d be partying like crazy… drinking… playing music… and making way too much noise. 😂

I always got a kick out of those stories.

But Gunther’s story was just unbelievable…

When he stayed at the cottage… he always brought his friends with him.

And umm…

His friends were tigers. 🐅 🐅

One of them was pregnant…

And she gave birth right there…

In the very place I called home.

So eventually… Gunther ended up finding another place down the street that was better suited for him and his friends…

Probably bigger. 😂

Late one night… Dan received a phone call from an older couple who were on vacation and staying at the cottage.

They told him they thought someone was at the front door trying to break in.

So he went outside to see what was going on…

And to his disbelief…

There was a huge tiger standing at the front door wanting in.

About that time, Gunther came running down the street yelling for his furry friend.

He grabbed him and took him back home.

Later, Gunther told Dan that tigers instinctively want to return to the place where they were born.

So for a while… this became a regular problem.

They’d get loose… wander off… and end up right back at the beach house.

It got to the point that Dan finally told Gunther it had to stop because it was bad for business. 😂

Apparently around that time… there were quite a few reported tiger sightings on the island…

I lived on the island from 2o12 to 2o14…

Then I got married… moved away to a different part of Florida… and never saw Dan again.

Today… all the homes that were on the property have been torn down… and new ones built in their place.

I’m not even sure if Dan is still living.

I’ve been trying to find out here recently…

No luck yet…

I used to have a lot of pictures and videos from my time there.

They were all on my old phone…

Which eventually ended up at the bottom of the sea. 😁

Today… I have nothing to look at from those days…

Just the memories.

it was a time in my life…

That I’ll never forget.

I did find this video from 2o11… a year before I moved to the island 👇 this was the beachfront of the cottage

The new homes
The new homes

The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places… indeed… I have a beautiful inheritance. — Psalm 16:6

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Too Aware to Play Along

Describe something you learned in high school.

There are a lot of people I know
who say high school was a waste of time…

—and I get it.

For some…
especially artists and musicians…
it never felt like a place
that knew what to do
with a fire inside—

more about obedience…
than imagination…

But for me—
it was different.

Those four years gave me something real…

I had free chorus… music classes…
adding even more
to the years I already lived in—

that’s where it happened—
I discovered my love
for writing…
for literature.

English—
that was probably my favorite…

History came close—
science right behind it…

Math…?

I could do it… sure—
but I never felt it.

I understood it—
just never connected to it.

Sports gave me another kind of education—
one built on sweat…
pressure…
timing…
and skill you had to prove…

The social side though…
I could’ve done without that.

It was the usual divide…
the cool kids…
then everyone else…

—and me…

somewhere in between…
too aware to play along—

But the teachers—
they mattered.

I had real connections there…

My building construction teacher…
he was one of the guys…

Sometimes we’d sneak behind the shed—
smoke a cigarette…
talk about life…

Other days—
we’d all jump him…
wrestle him to the ground…
leave him covered in dirt…
shirt torn up…

He’d walk into the teacher’s lounge
looking like he survived a tornado…

trying to explain what happened…

Man… we loved that guy.

But my English teacher—

she changed everything.

She introduced me to Julius Caesar…
my first taste of Shakespeare…

Lighting a path to more great literature…

And then there was music class—

where I learned something
I still tote today…

The power… of the rest.

Silence—

In music…
what isn’t played…
can speak louder
than what is.

Same with writing… 😎

So yeah…

I gained a lot from that place.

Funny thing—

earlier today…
before I even saw this prompt…

I was listening to the John Mayer Trio…
reading interviews with John…

—and in one of them he said…

“I knew school never did anything for me…
it never made sense…
I knew at 13 what I wanted—
to be a musician.”

And yeah…
I get that too.

But thinking about it…

school did do something for him.

it showed him
what he refused to let go of.

And that’s the lesson— 😎

They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines.

But something’s better
On the other side.

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Gee Wiz…

When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I don’t want to grow up… I’m a Toys R Us kid… they got the best… for so much less… you’ll really flip your lid… from bikes to trains to video games… it’s the greatest toy store there is… gee wiz… I don’t want to grow up… cuz baby… if did? I wouldn’t be a Toys R Us kid… 🤷‍♂️

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Winners and Losers

The Field That Raised Me…

What are your favorite sports to watch and play?

Sports have always been a huge part of my life. They’ve been there for as long as I can remember. I come from a long line of athletes. My grandfather even had an opportunity to pitch for the Detroit Tigers, but he chose to serve in World War II instead. My father was a great athlete too, and he was also my coach growing up, teaching me the game—and a lot about life—along the way…

I love a lot of sports, but my two main ones are American football and baseball. I played Little League all through my childhood and into my teens. I didn’t just throw on a uniform and participate—I excelled. I was a star, haha. I’m normally pretty humble, but I want to be accurate here so you can feel what I’m putting down 😅 I was mainly a pitcher, but in between starts I played shortstop and left field, doing whatever my team needed… I also hit for power and average.

In little league.. I once made an insane diving catch in left field to win the game… the crowd went nuts… bum-rushed me and carried me off the field on their shoulders cheering haha…

Sports were where I learned who I was when things got hard…

I kept it going into junior high and high school, playing both baseball and football. On the football field I lined up at quarterback, wide receiver, and at cornerback on defense, and I excelled there too. The dream was always to try and go pro in baseball, but along the way I got pulled into the music scene and ended up chasing that route instead. Even then, I never really left sports behind. I kept playing, jumping into league softball over the years and staying connected to the game any way I could.

As far as watching sports, my heart stays close to home. I love the Atlanta Braves and Falcons, and when it comes to college football, I’m a huge Georgia fan—Go Dawgs! Major League Baseball, the NFL, and college football are my mainstays, but I also enjoy basketball and golf, both playing and watching. Sports have always been more than just games to me. I’m thankful I grew up the way I did, grateful for the chance to play, I miss them days…

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My first year in little league… im holding the bat wrong in this pic.. my hands are opposite how they should be lol

1 Corinthians 9:24–26 (NIV)

Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize… Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last, but we do it to get a crown that will last forever…

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life is like an effin’ box of chocolates… 📦 🍫

last night while sleeping…

Last night…
in my dream…
I was Forrest Gump—

only for a little bit
and not nearly as smart as him 😁

But seriously…

I was sitting on a bench—
in a town square—
just like the movie

As I do in all my dreams…
I scanned everything first—
taking it in—
inspecting the air
the place
the feeling—
before diving in

Sitting beside me on the bench—
was a man I recognized

Gary

My neighbor from when I was about fourteen—
he lived directly next door
he used to play football with me and my friends
he took me fishing often—
he loved to fish—
and he didn’t like going alone

He didn’t really have friends either

He and his wife Nancy—
were from upstate New York
they’d moved to the Atlanta area for work—
and I assume—
to eat grits 🙃

Gary was older than me—
about twenty five
I was fourteen…
and still missing the toilet when I pissed

I looked up to him—
like a big brother

The last time I saw him—
was a few months after my friend’s funeral
not long after that—
he and Nancy moved away—
I think back to New York—
if I remember right

There we were—
side by side—
on that bench

I spoke to him…

He turned toward me—
but he didn’t know who I was

So I told him—
reminded him of our past—
the fishing
the football
the neighborhood

Then he remembered…

His eyes lit up…

And then I told him—
that God loved him

His face changed…

He became sad—
started crying

He told me—
his family was very worried about him—
very concerned

And that was it…

I woke up…

End of dream…

I went downstairs—
made coffee—
then breakfast—
in that order

I’ve thought about him all morning…
I prayed for him…

For some reason—
I have the feeling that today—
this very moment—
he’s in a storm

Unless…

maybe it isn’t about him at all…

Maybe it’s about me…

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Memories… like fingerprints… are slowly raising…

Part Tides.. Part Timber..

Salt Life needs Mountain Life…

Beach or Mountains ??? which do you prefer ….?→~≈↔^/’…❓

Both places preach.. one with waves.. one with wind..
I’ve always been an outdoor sportsman.. at least I used to be..
These days work and ministry keep me busy..
but that part of me is still alive somewhere in there..

I lived in Florida for twelve years..
and I got used to the salt life..
I had a kayak.. and I’d fish the hidden corners of Tampa Bay.. mostly alone.. but sometimes with my friend Jimmy..
Bishop Harbor was my favorite..
I’d take whole weekends and just disappear..
camp on those tiny islands.. fish day and night..
no clock.. no noise.. just water and sky..
a kind of backwater solitude I still miss..

I also did a lot of freshwater bass fishing down there..
I’d bounce back and forth between saltwater and fresh..
Florida gave me both flavors.. and I never got tired of either one..

For a few years I even lived in a beach house on Anna Maria Island..
At high tide the waves from the Gulf broke about fifty feet from my back porch..
When I wasn’t working or fishing or swimming..
I’d sit out there.. play my guitar.. sing into the night..
and just watch the water drift through its moods..
In the dark I’d lay in bed and listen to the waves crash..
a steady sound that felt like the world breathing..
It was a sacred season in my life..
My roommate Nathan was there too.. a good friend..
He died of an overdose a few years later..
Good times.. memories I still smile about.. and I miss him..

But I also love the mountains..
I grew up fishing and exploring the North Georgia mountains..
Every summer.. me and my friends.. sometimes my dad or my uncle or both..
would drive 15 miles off the main road on a gravel trail
to get to our camping spot on the Tallulah River..
It was quiet.. beautiful.. hidden away from everything..
We pitched tents.. built fires.. fished.. talked.. laughed..
and mostly fished haha..
And yes.. I catch fish 😁🎣
Even when you don’t catch anything.. it’s still great..
but I always catch them..
I fish for people now …..t`

Up there we always ate what we caught..
trout for breakfast.. lunch.. and dinner haha..
By the end I didn’t want any more fish for a while..
but I always looked forward to going back..
year after year.. from a kid into an adult..
those mountain memories run deep in me..

So therefore I can’t choose..
I’m part tides.. part timber..
Both preach..
Both shape me..
It’d be like choosing between your mother and your father haha…

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My buddy Nathan (rip) and his sister Bethany
Me and my buddy Jimmy
Thats Jimmy holding my fish haha
Me
Me

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