The crew of the 69-foot Prince of Tides retrieved its lines from the pilings of the public dock in downtown Lewes a couple of weeks back. When the captain of the sleek motor vessel turned its stern to the city where it had hung out for about three weeks, and steamed away toward Roosevelt Inlet, people along the banks could read the name of its home port beneath the literary-rich Prince of Tides name. Telluride, Colorado.
Somehow an image of the vessel cruising through the peaks of the Rockies toward home port in a skiing town didn’t compute. But, a serious Southern writer of first magnitude certainly has a right to invoke ironic humor.
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Word on the street, with confirming sightings, is that the vessel belongs to Pat Conroy who penned the best-selling “The Prince of Tides” in the mid-1980s.
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The novel takes place in New York City and in the Low Country of South Carolina where tides play a major cultural role, as they do here along the coast of Delaware.
Conroy co-wrote the screenplay for “The Prince of Tides.” Barbara Streisand starred in, directed and produced the film which also featured Nick Nolte. It was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Picture in 1991 and grossed over $110 million at the box office and in rentals.
Conroy’s novel has sold more than 4 million copies.
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When not cruising through the Rockies, Conroy resides in Port Royal, South Carolina, a few miles south of Beaufort along the Intracoastal Waterway, and down the East Coast from Lewes.
First Chincoteague, now Chesapeake
Three weeks ago the Delmarva explorer known as Nellie Lankford spent a few days gunkholing in Chincoteague Bay. Next week she will move to the other side of the peninsula in search, once again, of the Chesapeake’s best crab cake.
Last year a journey to the lower bay took us to Ruke’s restaurant in the Smith Island town of Ewell. Mary, Becky, Pat and I declared Ruke’s entry – unpretentious and as unruly as the island’s eel grass where peelers, soft crabs, sooks and jimmies take refuge – the winner of the 2014 search. This year we will be in the middle bay calling on ports as far north as Georgetown on the Sassafras, and as far south as Oxford on the Choptank. In between will be crab houses, tiki bars, remote coves and shooting-star nights in and over places like Tolchester, Reed Creek, Kent Narrows, St. Michael’s, Knapp’s Narrows, Harris Creek, Annapolis, Baltimore and our buddy Ray’s Green Point Marina in Worton Creek. I’ve handlined for crabs above the bridge at Chestertown using rockfish heads; chicken-necked in the creeks of the Great Marsh around Lewes; walked the eel-grassed flats at Eastern Neck Island near Rock Hall with a dip net and a bushel basket tucked into a hot, black, rubber inner tube; and trot-lined with salted eels in the lower Chester River. There, in the lower Chester, along with the Wye River and the Miles River just to the south, live the prettiest, feistiest, fattest and blackest blue crabs in the world. Their meat is the sweetest and the whitest and the most tender. That’s five decades of crabbing experience talking.
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