Good journalism for hard news, and to some extent feature writing, dictates a minimal use of adjectives and subjective opinion. News or feature, it is difficult to refrain from subjective praise to define the heritage, the musical traditions, the use of a rather restricted number of instruments, and the sheer entertainment value of The Jeff Little Trio. Most unusual is that the lead instrument is a piano, which is not always typical for bluegrass or mountain folk music groups. Also significant, they are not limited to just one genre of music.
 
The trio has drawn me to appreciate, on so many levels, the diverse genres of music and genuine showmanship they embrace. And, if one meets them before or after a performance, it is easy to walk away feeling as if you have known them for a very long time. Yet they are distinguished, award winning musicians honored by highly creditable entities (See bio on their website for details). It is easy for one to experience a sense of awe when a group dressed in such casual attire begins their performance. The performance can be a literal definition of virtuoso
 
The music of The Jeff Little Trio is classic, but not classical. Critics could call it shallow because it does not place listeners in the throes of epic events from throughout history in the way symphonies attempt to do. Instead, to music aficionados across genre borders, their performance is energetic and definitively uplifting, technically flawless to ears tuned to the feelings, not specific notes played by their instruments. Some of their work is fast-paced. Some reflects a change of pace, for example, “Morning has broken” which is on their album, “Amazing Grace.”
 
After a concert, it can be easy for one to be awestruck, viewing The Jeff Little Trio as not just great musicians, but also viewing them as great personalities. Their arrangements are a prime example of music acting as a universal language.

Coastal counties experience BW rise

People with property on the sounds and oceans are dealing with sea level rise. A consequential phenomenon, brackish water rise, is confronting those who live on coastal creeks and rivers which feed into the sounds. A very short ride on Oriental’s Kershaw Creek produces revealing images.
 
Sea level rise pushes sea water into the sounds. When pushed into the bordering creeks and rivers, this water mixes with relatively fresh water creating brackish water. Great for speckled trout, flounder, blue crabs and other species that like brackish water, but too much of a good thing is not always a good thing. Pines, cedars, and other vegetation on the banks of creeks and rivers thrive on fresh water.
 
This is not a consequence of erosion. As Duke geologist Orin Pilkey has explained, shoreline sand does not erode, it simply moves from place to place when the forces of nature move it. These images are representative of a growing trend on the banks of coastal creeks and rivers that empty into coastal sounds as brackish water rises.

Sea level rise thus impacts much more than ocean front property.

Martijn Dijkstra - Born to be Free

“The caged bird sings with a fearful trill,
of things unknown, but longed for still,
and his tune is heard on the distant hill,
for the caged bird sings of freedom.”

― Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

“Men used to go to sea to discover the world. Now they go to sea to discover themselves.”

— Captain Michel Duplain

“It’s easy to waste your life.  But it’s harder to take responsibility for an interesting life.”
__ Captain Martijn Dijkstra
 
 
The Prinses Mia is 50 feet long, has a 17 ft. beam, and draws about 6 feet of water. The paint job on the sails and the hull is distinctly childlike. The art, completed some time ago, represents work by Mia, who is now a first-year teen at 13. The shear size of the vessel at the town dock becomes a magnet for the eyes of locals, tourists, and sailors, both local and transient.
 
Once the Dutch captain, Martijn Dijkstra, (pronounced Martin Dykstra in English) makes an appearance, the magnet shifts from being the vessel itself to its captain. Patiently, with cheer, he answers questions of inquiring minds: where are you from; where are you going; who designed or built this boat.
In an interview spanning several days, one learns that Dijkstra, 49, retired at age 30 from a career on cargo ships and tugboats to become free and independent from society’s expectations. He had not by any means amassed a fortune or secured a stock portfolio for his future. He did not have wealthy parents to bankroll his desire to sail the high seas on his own boat, much less give him money to go shopping for a boat of his dreams with all accessories required for sailing the Atlantic Ocean’s blue waters.
 
 
Moral support from his family was abundant, as was their labor when he found an affordable boat that could be renovated to suit his needs. He tells of his early desire to be free, not just spiritually and emotionally free, but free every day from people telling him when, where, and how to do what.
 
He has survived sailing a quarter of a million miles at sea, traveling from continent to continent and islands in-between. In ongoing interviews and conversations with him, he gives away features and facts about his life that expose his ability to be free from needing someone to guide or supervise his every move and decision on a sailboat, in port or at sea. His words also reveal a willingness to accept total responsibility for his decisions and actions.

His mechanical abilities probably exceed those of many full-time marine mechanics. But it is the content of his character, his easy-going manner, his ability to laugh and laugh hard at himself, that strengthen the polarity of the magnet drawing people to him. What is it like to live a life that so many only imagine, of which so many envy, yet a life which so many are not equipped emotionally or technically to seek. The skeptical dismiss this lifestyle as immature or irrelevant for the long term.
 
But Billy Creech, a retired state representative from Johnston County, NC and former lumber mill owner/operator, admitted that if he were younger, he could see himself following Martijn’s lifestyle.
 
A sustained dialogue with Martijn reveals that he is disciplined yet affable and approachable. His physical appearance is more likely to portray an extra on the set of a pirate movie, yet that physical appearance combined with an endless supply of exuberance portrays a man who likes to have fun and be sociable. His energy and laughter seem boundless, but he can lay bare his serious nature when a conversation or situation turns serious.
 
For the fussy pseudo sailors, those who spend more time talking about sailing with their peers than actually sailing, let it be known that this veteran of decades of living and working on the water is the last person who would ever correct someone for calling a fender a bumper or a rope a line.
 
Therefore, this story does not focus on the techniques of sailing on blue water. It’s not about escapes encountering bad weather at sea. It is not about solving equipment failures on long cruises, nor is it about unexpected encounters with pirates or coast guard authorities from different countries.
 
Instead, it is Martijn, telling how he became a disciplined sailor who is totally accountable to himself, his parents, and the countless friends with whom he has bonded in port and at sea. He will tell you he appreciates having fun being and doing all things, alone or with a mate. One can conclude that Martijn having fun while working hard is a major component of his being free.
 
Martijn tells his own story.
 
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People meeting me for the first time will often ask how long has being on the water been a part of my life. The answer is, from the beginning of my time on earth. I was born in 1974 in the village of Bruinisse in Holland.
 
When I was only a week old, my father, a tugboat captain, became tired of all the visitors coming to the house to see the new baby. So he rented a 30 ft. cabin cruiser and the family took a holiday for a cruise about 30 miles from home. When I was 6 weeks old, he took me for a ride on his tugboat.
 
My grandfather was a fisherman, trawling mostly for mussels with a sailboat. When I was about 5 years old, he took me with him and tied me to the main mast so I would not wander overboard. Growing up, all I saw was boats and water.
 
My grandfather began fishing mostly local water all around windmills after the big flood in 1953 when the dikes didn’t hold. Fishing near one windmill, a fishing line from his boat pulled a wing off. It was my favorite story to hear. My grandfather would leave for work on Sunday and be gone until usually Thursday all year long. Now, doing the work each of them did, there are a lot more boats and bigger boats.
 
My dad, on tugboats, often worked a week on and then a week off. He guided container boats in from the North Sea. Cargo for Germany that comes in from the North Sea goes first to Holland on the way to Germany. It goes on to Germany by either rail or ships.
 

My grandfather would also make small wooden sail boats out of wooden shoes. When I was small, I wore wooden shoes all the time. After a while, they get quite comfortable. And quite useful. You can drink beer from them, and if you have to, hit people with them.
 
When I went out on my dad’s tugboat with him, he was letting me start the engines by the time I was 5 years old. Most of the tugs had a crew of 5. Things were much more casual on the boats then. My dad would take me to the pilot house and let me steer occasionally, especially on holidays. My mother and I would go and be on the tugboat for a whole week sometimes. The crew members had fun and drank beer on the boat when they were not on duty. I grew up close to my parents and I contact them now on the internet every day I can.

My dad is retired now and he and my mother are collecting traditional Dutch clothing and other artifacts from their village and the villages around them. Their house is now a museum and looks like one to all who visit them. Every village is different and the things that make up the heritage of different villages are different.
 
From the time I was 5, my dad had a sailboat, The first one I remember was built in 1904. Later, when it needed it, I completely restored her.
 
Unlike the schools in America, when I finished public school at 18, I had been trained to be a mate and engineer on a 200 ft. container ship. When I had time off, I would go sailing. I worked on those cargo boats for 6 years. It was hard to build up a pension because there would be long periods of time off. I then worked on tugboats for 6 years, continuing to sail on my time off.
 
On cargo boats, I had an awesome time visiting a lot of ports. I had a small motor bike so when I had time off in port, I would ramble about the countryside or about port towns. I have some really good memories of that time.
 
On tugboats, at first, crews would socialize after a watch and have a beer. But that changed. Crews became grumpy and sour. Tugboats could sometimes give you five months off out of a whole year; I used that time for sailing around home and saving money instead of spending money. It was time on tugboats that created my desire for this lifestyle.
 
The truth is, I wanted freedom more than I wanted a pension. My dad worked 50 years, and now, with the economy in Europe, his pension gets less each year and there is nothing he can do about it. So I have learned to live on very little.
 
I managed to get a steel hull sailboat with a wooden cabin. I removed that cabin and replaced it with steel. I sailed to northern Spain and spent the winter there. Not long after I set sail, when anyone would ask me if I found the freedom I wanted, I would say, “Ya.”
 
I sailed to Spain with that first boat and met people going to Portugal and the Canary Islands. I had dreamed about sailing there so I decided to just keep going. That was exercising my freedom. From the Canary Islands, I sailed on to the Caribbean. That was 19 years ago, 2005.
 
At sea, you don’t meet people. I thought the Caribbean would be fun, socializing with people from a lot of different places. I discovered later that people in America are more friendly than those in the Caribbean. After you visit there for a short time, people seem stuck where they are; they get grumpy. I would get work there making mechanical repairs, but generally, I didn’t find a lot of socializing among the sailors. They just seemed to sit inside their boats. They would spend a fortune getting there, but they didn’t mingle with people once they got there.
 
I would knock on doors. I learned they may or may not come out. Here in America, people come out, walk around onshore, talk to you and share experiences.
 
I have never been really afraid of anything happening to me on the water that would leave me stranded. This boat is made of steel and she is really sea worthy. I have a sewing machine on board to repair sails and a lot of tools so I can rebuild an engine if I have to.
 
I cut my hand once when I was at sea. The cut was deep and I was about 6 hours from any land mass with a doctor. I simply sewed it up myself. I try to be careful and don’t do dangerous or hard things at night.
 
Once, I was in Maine after sailing a hundred thousand miles on that first boat. I went home to learn that the Prinses Mia was available but it was going to need a lot of work. When my dad offered to help me with labor, I couldn’t say no. She had been originally launched in 1979.
 

The inside helm of the Prinses Mia.
 
Of the places I can easily remember, Prinses Mia and I have now sailed from Holland to Denmark, Sweden, Norway, England, the USA, Portugal, the Canary Islands, the Caribbean, Bermuda, Maine, and down the coast to Oriental. I have been on this boat for about 150,000 miles over the last 13 years. One of my recent modifications has been a new bow sprit. I found a broken mast from a sunken sailboat in the Caribbean and made it into a 22 ft. bowsprit. After hurricanes, there are a lot of sunken boats in the Caribbean where you can find all kinds of supplies.
 

Stephanie is my new mate, been with me 5 months. She was in Germany when we chatted on the internet. She flew to Portugal in January and I interviewed her for the mate’s position. I gave her an intensive line of questioning before she could go on a long cruise. I have to know all there is to know about a prospective mate to see if she will be happy at sea, with the boat and with me.
 
Before the interview, I gave Stephanie a drink and then let her get drunk. When a person is drunk, they will open up and tell you all about themselves, all the things you need to know if they are the right person to sail across an ocean with you.
 
Author’s note: When Stephanie was asked about this interview process, with her eyes rolling from side to side, she replied, “It lasted for a long time.”

I keep my boat mechanically maintained by visiting salvage yards instead of expensive marine supply stores. I don’t shop at fancy boat stores. When we visited Bermuda on the way here, I picked up a small diesel engine that had been thrown away. It had been used on a cement truck. I took it onboard, went through it, and now I use it to pull my anchor. I hand start this little diesel, something some people have never seen before, but there is no starter for this engine.
 
I always have enough money for my basic needs, food and beer.
 
In the beginning, I was using cooking oil I collected from restaurants for fuel. I had my own way of filtering it and making it run in diesel engines. Now, instead of giving that oil away to get rid of it, restaurants sell it. So I started locating old heating oil and diesel fuel that people wanted to get rid of. I filter it and do what I have to so it will run in a diesel engine.
 
A lot of people go cruising based on how much they think it will cost. I have my own way of doing things. That way means sailing without spending all that money. You don’t have to be a millionaire to go sailing.
 
So many people don’t understand this lifestyle. Once when I had an attractive mate, I was told that I should settle down, get a house, marry, raise a family, and do what normal people do. I would prefer to die rather than be constrained by a house all the time. And, old friends sort of chastise me now. “If you had kept your job, you would be a tug captain now.” They don’t understand I would not trade places with a tug captain.
 
What do you do; what do you have to look forward to when you live in a house all the time? Watch the walls, clean out the garage, mow the grass?
 
On a boat, I know what I’m going to do, even if at sea it’s just watching the days and the waves go by. I don’t like to be told what to do. I love the freedom and responsibilities that come with living free.  Its easy to waste your life, but it’s very hard to to take responsibility for an interesting life.
 
I am responsible for keeping this boat going, mechanically and otherwise. Sure it takes some money, but with the right skills and attitude, there’s always a way to get by. I don’t have parents bankrolling my adventures: I send money back to them when I have a little extra because I basically have no need for a lot of money.
 
Out for days and weeks at sea, you can get irritated about little things. But a drink in the evenings, a beer or two, the right person will open up and talk it out. Stephanie and I have had nothing but fun the last 5 months. We laugh all day. We have not had one single argument this whole time she has been on the Prinses Mia.

You never know how long your life will be. Someone my age had a brain tumor, so it’s important to live life to the fullest every day. So many people realize that when it’s too late.
 _________________
 
Does a man who basically worked for 12 years, then retired to spend life at sea on the adventure of a lifetime, make valuable contributions to society, to himself, and to others?
 
Tom Lathrop, a retired electrical engineer, is a most accomplished boat builder and sailor living in Oriental, NC. He has known Martijn from his visits to this village on the Intra-coastal Waterway over the last 13 years. Tom observed, “A man like Martin makes contributions that largely go unseen.”
 
Neal Whicher, after retirement from a career in the electronics industry, sailed up and down the East Coast many times. Now 88, he lives on his boat docked in Oriental. He said, “Any man who brings a smile to another person’s face is making a great contribution to humanity.” Has Martijn Dijkstra demonstrated through his observations about having fun and socializing with others an ongoing effort to bring smiles to the faces of others?
 
As for the question of living a responsible life, look to the late president, Lyndon Baines Johnson. During a time of turmoil during his administration, he observed, “Equal rights require equal responsibilities.” Has Martijn Dijkstra demonstrated the assumption of total responsibility for the right to live a free life that fulfills his dreams?
 

Pamlico osprey family

Near the mouth of Whitaker Creek, which is near the mouth of the Neuse River, which on clear days is in sight of the Neuse River’s junction with Pamlico Sound, three young osprey are stretching their wings in preparation for a life beyond their nest. They were photographed in the early morning hours of July 4. Common to the area, ospreys are occasionally mistaken to be eagles because of their white head feathers. But they have a dark stripe running from their yellow eyes to the back of their heads. Unlike eagles, ospreys do not have white tail feathers. They are also much smaller than eagles, weighing about 4 pounds.

Sometimes referred to as sea hawks because they are also birds of prey, ospreys dine almost exclusively on fish. Diving to the water from heights as much as 200 feet, they strike the water feet first to snare their prey. This “air fishing” is enhanced by reversible front toes which assist in clutching a slippery fish on the return flight to nests.

Like bald eagles, osprey often use the same nest after refurbishing them each season. Those 3 years or older generally mate for life. The female lays 2 -4 eggs about 3 days apart. The chicks hatch in the sequential order in which the eggs are laid, thus the first hatched grows faster than its siblings. The chicks fledge in about 55 days. The young birds are characterized by bright orange eyes.

A necklace of brown spots across the breast is more pronounced in females. The upper tails on males is dark brown with paler bands. Females have darker heads than males. Males and females share household duties while the eggs are incubating.

The Poetry of Jazz

Willie E. Atkinson & The Transitional Jazz Quintet

Craven Community College

Exploration of the Arts Series

Willie Atkinson, veteran blues and jazz singer from New Bern, performed in concert at Orringer Auditorium on the Campus of Craven Community College, Friday, February 15, 2019. He was accompanied by the Transitional Jazz Quintet, Stephen Anderson, piano, Phil Owens, guitar, Doug Trammel, bass, Michael Hanson, percussion, and Jeff Bair, saxophone.

 
 
 
 
 
In a news release about the concert, reviewers of his work said, “Atkinson uses his talents as a jazz vocalist to provide audiences with a fluid interpretation of jazz and blues standards”

 
 
 
 
 
“Whether exploring the syncopated rhythms of a swing tune or telling the story of a lonesome wanting heart, Atkinson offers a fresh approach and seizes every moment in his performance to make the songs his own.”

 
 
 
 
 
Atkinson’s vocals were intertwined with several solos from each member of the Transitional Jazz Quintet.

Willie and his wife, Jacquelyn, are noted historians as well as musicians. They teach in the Lifetime Learning Continuing Education Program at Craven Comunity College. Willie is also the archivist for the NC Coastal Heritage Association.

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