Angels at the Eastport Bridge

by MacIntyre


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Book Details

Language : English
Publication Date : 9/15/2011

Format : Softcover
Dimensions : 6x9
Page Count : 564
ISBN : 9781452538440
Format : Hardcover
Dimensions : 6x9
Page Count : 564
ISBN : 9781452538464

About the Book

Though it may seem a bit complicated, the story is simple, and when all the pieces are laid out, it is plain to see where it all began. It started with one single human by the name of Tane MacGregor; one single, officially insane, homeless dust rag of a man. He occasionally caught glances from passing strangers as he swung his feet rhythmically from the drawbridge over the calm waters of Spa Creek, and he was often found in the company of angels.

As it was said, MacGregor was seen as the glue, the string binding all the events and beings which created a rather remarkable occurrence in the soft, beautifully adjacent, scenic towns of Annapolis and Eastport and, in particular, about the small Eastport Drawbridge over Spa Creek, spanning and dividing the two.

Now, as the story would be told and retold in most homes and taverns around the Chesapeake for many years, it was too easily called coincidence. True, it began at a certain time with a certain person, in a certain situation, accompanied by an incredible series of events, people, celestial beings, lawyers, homeless schizophrenics, ghosts, God, junk food, and small deviations in time and space, with waving definitions of good and evil, all coming together in a perfect harmonic mix … but coincidence?


About the Author

Having traveled and lived in over 60 countries , working in situations few of us could understand, seems to contradict a man whose childhood and adolescence was spent on the easy, laid back, rivers and inlets of the Chesapeake Bay.  As he once said during a lecture, “I have often been given to say “yes” to the most ridiculous of adventures, travel and possibilities, which has caused me to get shot, stabbed, blown up (Sort of), my heart broken, and my soul repaired, all of which has occasionally made me wish I had listened to the reasoning voices of the Chesapeake to stay home and in her loving arms.”