It's Thursday night in Duck, top of the ridge. We're staying until tomorrowhave to go back a day early, I'm afraid. But our first storm, (apart from the windy effects of Chris,) is blowing fiercely outside. We're tucked, cozy in our rental cottage after a two week stay. I have no point really, it's only that our rental's satellite just went out and my wife is downstairs asleep with the dog. The Banks have been good to us this trip and it's hard going back. As I look out at the Lightning and the Outer Banks ghosts swirling about, I think of our notice of returning next year to the same cottage and at least we'll be back for our 17th year of visiting Duck so Chapel Hill doesn't see so bad. To those of you coming in or still here, have fun, watch out for rip tides eat well and we'll see you next year.