BIG arts project needs your help

I need your help with a Big CONCEPTUAL ART Project I’m developing. Good News: it won’t cost you a dime. And it’ll be LOTS of fun!

Pineapple Heads already know that prior to working at ad agencies I worked at a

Islands wrapped in fabric by the artist Christo. (Conceptual art)
Islands wrapped in fabric by the artist Christo. (Conceptual art)

large arts council in Florida, and that have a strong interest in conceptual arts such as Christo’s work wrapping islands in fabric, placing yellow umbrellas across the landscape of Japan, and stretching a billowing curtain across two counties in California. Cool!

When I parked my sailboat and moved to rural South Carolina, it was

GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN: The blue rubber pool, purchased while Pineapple Hill was being built, was ugly and weird but a lot of fun while it lasted. I added the privacy fence after a UPS guy came and went while I was “asleep” on my pool float.

Christo that inspired “island surrounded by cows” concept for Pineapple Hill. I built the beach house up on pilings in a cow pasture then gave it a boathouse, surfboards and oyster roasts. The cows showed up on their own –an endorsement as I see it.

Still, my transition to Jonesville, South Carolina, wasn’t easy. I felt, truly, like a fish out of water. I tried swimming in the Jonesville

These guys are playing "duck ball" in their blue rubber pool. Do you know about Duck Ball?
These guys are playing “duck ball” in their blue rubber pool. Do you know about Duck Ball?

Reservoir (across the pasture and through the woods from The Hill) but never felt at ease. Too many snakes …plus the possibility of a ranger sneaking up (since swimming isn’t allowed there).

So I bought a blue rubber pool. An ugly one. A very weird one. The kind that resemble a big blue rubber mushroom…

There's something very neat about getting so much from a cheap blue rubber pool.
There’s something very neat about getting so much from a cheap blue rubber pool.

It cooled me off on hot summer days. Brought back the sound of splashing gurgling water and, too, the sensation of floating, weightless and carefree. It provided a lot of laughs at a time I most needed them. And time to think, floating ’round and ’round, clockwise or counter clockwise according to my mood and my adjustment of the jets.

I loved that freaky pool. I can’t explain it but there’s a bit of attitude built in –a sense of what  Harley-Davidson riders mean when they say (“if you have to ask, you wouldn’t understand.”)

Either you get it, intuitively, or you don’t.


I want to create a website dedicated to blue rubber pools and the people that love them; that have been changed by them; that understand their similarity to space ships; that have written poems in them, and dreamed big dreams in them.

I want photos of your blue rubber pool along

Yellow Umbrellas --another conceptual art project brought to the world by the genius of Christo.
Yellow Umbrellas –another conceptual art project brought to the world by the genius of Christo.

with your stories, essays, poems, observations, inspired thoughts, dreams …whatever you’ve …as long as it relates to a cheap rubber pool.

I want to tell the world our story. I want to build a masterpiece of conceptual art with all of us inside it.

Send your stuff to me via tim bryant (at) pineapplehillsc (dot) com.

Another way you can help

is simply spreading the word. Point people to this proposal using Twitter, Linked In, Facebook, etc. and help make #BlueRubberPool bigger than I can alone.

I don't know who Lucian is but he appears to get the Christo concept.
Will probably end up with a lot of photos and stories like this one …but that’s okay I guess. Pablo Picasso said “The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing image, from a spider’s web.” I’m going to update that by adding “…and from the Internet.”

Make it one big pool party!

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— Tim, Surf Director

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Bone up on Christo here

The Number 3-1-6

Cow #3-1-6 played a significant role in the book Blue Rubber Pool
about my transition to the South Carolina boonies (i.e., Jonesville,
South Carolina). One role had to do with this cow. The other role
related to something that happened in Central America.

Get your copy at Amazon, Barnes & Noble and other retailers.

Jonesville History: Peg Leg Jackson

Here’s another Jonesville History lesson related to music…

[Stolen from Wikipedia…]

Born here in Jonesville, South Carolina, Arthur Jackson, known as Peg Leg Sam (December 18, 1911 – October 27, 1977) was an American country blues harmonicist, singer and comedian. He recorded “Fox Chase” and “John Henry” and worked in medicine shows.[1] He gained his nickname following an accident whilst hoboing in 1930.

Peg Leg Sam taught himself to play harmonica as a small child. He left home at the age of 12 and never stopped roving. He shined shoes, worked as a houseboy, cooked on ships, hoboed, and then made a living busking on street corners. He lost his leg in 1930,[4] trying to hop a train but made a peg out of a fencepost, bound it to his stub with a leather belt and kept moving.

He joined the medicine show circuit in 1937, often performing with Pink Anderson—from whom Pink Floyd got its names. His ability to play two harmonicas at once (while one went in and out of his mouth) made him an attraction; he could also play notes on a harmonica with his nose.

Two of my neighbors in Jonesville, wonderful old fellows well into their nineties, recall fishing with Arthur as boys and running into him later, in Chicago, on their way to WWII while Arthur was traveling. They’ve shared some great stories about their childhood friend and I’ll add them here later.

— Tim Bryant
Surf Director at Pineapple Hill

Koozie Donations Needed!

Support the arts in Jonesville, South Carolina. Pineapple Hill needs your new or used beer koozies (coozies) from island and beach bars, restaurants, or resorts all over the world.

Be part of this quirky “Christo-style” happening.

Will be glad to mention you (or your brand) as a Koozie Donor on our little website and on Twitter.

Don’t miss this opportunity to be part of The Great Koozie Round Up Of The Century.

For the mailing info, contact me here or via Twitter.

Donating a koozie could quite possibly bring happiness way into your golden, drooling oatmeal years.

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— Tim Bryant
Author of Blue Rubber Pool
Surf Director at Pineapple Hill





Wineries Near Jonesville

There’s more than a hundred wineries within day trip distance of our little town, Jonesville, South Carolina.

At the dawn of the 20th century, our neighboring state, North Carolina, was the leading wine-producing region in the nation. It claims to be “home to America’s first grape” and “the only place in the world where every major type of grape is grown”. Mild winters enable a suitable climate for many popular types varieties including European styles, French-American hybrids, muscadines, labrusca-type and others.

Green Creek, Rock House and Burnt Shirt are all north of Jonesville just across the state line.

South of us, Enoree River Winery, in Newberry, South Carolina, gives hope to amateurs like myself working with native and hybrid grape varieties such as Catawba, Black Spanish and Muscadine. And of course many here also make wine using locally grown fruits such as we have at Pineapple Hill: blackberry, blueberry, peach and apple.

Here’s a list of others. It’s best to call in advance –especially if you want to order lunch—many offer that—or bring a small dog. Jack, the Pineapple Hill pound pup, has been allowed in several places when we happened to arrive during lulls in the tourist season.

Combine a winery visit with other attractions to mix things up. Not far from the aforementioned Green Creek, Rock House and Burnt Shirt wineries are the Tryon International Equestrian Center, Carl Sandburg’s neat old place with prized goat herd, the Biltmore House in Asheville and several zip lines.

Drive safely, of course. If you’ve read Blue Rubber Pool, I’m into artisan coffees involving candy bars.

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— Tim Bryant
Author of Blue Rubber Pool
Surf Director at Pineapple Hill

Jonesville Field Guide Entry #507

Jefferson Davis, President of the Confederate States of America, is associated with at least three different Union County houses still standing: the Wallace, JRR Giles and Cross Keys homes.

According to many accounts, including the one below from the May 27, 1865 edition

Rumor has it Jefferson Davis, President of the Confederacy, had much in common with this image from the 1970s cult classic The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

of Harper’s Weekly, was dressed as a woman when he was captured.

The firing in this skirmish was the first warning that Davis received. The captors report that he hastily put on one of his wife’s dresses and started for the woods, closely followed by our men, who at first thought him a woman, but seeing his boots while he was running, they suspected his sex at once. The race was a short one, and the rebel President was soon brought to bay. He brandished a bowie-knife and showed signs of battle, but yielded promptly to the persuasions of Colt’s revolvers, without compelling the men to fire. He expressed great indignation at the energy with which he was pursued, saying that he had believed our Government were too magnanimous to hunt down women and children. Mrs. Davis remarked to Colonel Harden, after the excitement was over, that the men had better not provoke the President, or “he might hurt some of ’em.” Reagon behaves himself with dignity and resignation. The party, evidently, were making for the coast. —   J. H. Wilson, Brevet Major-General.

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–Tim Bryant
Author of Blue Rubber Pool
Surf Director at Pineapple Hill


Did you feel that rumble ‘neath your feet?

My novel Blue Rubber Pool goes live today, meaning it’s been published and available for sale. Did you hear the stampede?

I don’t know what to expect. Although it’s contracted with a traditional

Front and back covers for Blue Rubber Pool began with me cutting out photos and arranging them on my desk. The publishers artist took it from there. Nice job Jack!

press—not self-published, not print on demand (wherein copies are printed as they’re ordered, one at a time)—there’s a lot of new books out there, a lot of new authors hoping to be discovered.

I was always told not to quit my day job so I didn’t. I wrote an hour or two a day, usually in the early morning, until moving to Jonesville and having more freedom to do as I want.

Although I have a background in marketing, it wasn’t book marketing. I’ve needed oxygen to climb the learning curve: submissions to publishers, line edits, galley edits, cover design, teaser copy, etc. Who says you can’t teach a beat up old dog new tricks?

Anyway, it’s out there now. For better or worse. I’m looking forward to seeing what happens next.

— Tim Bryant
Author of Blue Rubber Pool
Surf Director at Pineapple Hill.

Are you up with SV Delos?

My bud Palmer has been following SV Delos on You Tube for quite a while now but for some inexcusable reason didn’t hook me up until yesterday. Why Palmer? Why?!!!

Follow this couple and their friends as they cruise under sail, scuba dive, snorkel, drink beer brands from beyond the known universe and generally make you want to quit your day job or, if like me you’ve already done that, quit your attempted relocation to boonies of Jonesville, South Carolina.

— Tim Bryant
Author of Blue Rubber Pool
Surf Director at Pineapple Hill

Antifa, The Wall and Grudges

I voted today. In Jonesville, it took just a few minutes to  park, give my name and ID and then cast my vote for Governor of South Carolina. Nobody was mad at anybody. No Trump voters screaming about The Wall. No Antifa mob trying to torch my old Jeep.  For this I was glad. I drove back to Pineapple Hill with the top down, sun and wind making my day, glad to be a citizen.

In my book Blue Rubber Pool, I’ve tried to present both sides of several arguments: Capitalism vs. Socialism, good vs. bad, Uncle Sam vs. The World, religion vs. hypocrisy, Led Zeppelin vs. country. In some places, some people’ will hiss. In other places, other people will boo. For this, too, I feel glad to be a citizen.

One of the things we’ve almost always gotten right here in the USA is our ability to agree to disagree. If you’ve ever sailed way out with a few others aboard, you know how important this is. Because on a small boat in a big sea, team work is essential. There’s no room for grudges, disrespect and animosity.

In the scheme of our big bad universe, Planet Earth is but a spec. And upon it, We The People are barely a tick on the hind of a hound.

— Tim Bryant
Author of Blue Rubber Pool
Surf Director at Pineapple Hill

Jonesville History: 250-year-old fish story

Fish Dam Ford was named for the fish dam which was built by Indians and can still be seen just upstream from the bridge on S.C. Highway 72 between Carlisle and Chester. The dam is described as a fine example of the Indians’ engineering skill, having withstood high floods for well over 250 years.

The Battle of Fish Dam Ford was fought during the Revolutionary War between Gen. Thomas Sumter and Major Wemyss on Nov. 9, 1780, and was a victory for the Americans. A marker on the east side of the stream designates the battle site.

— Tim Bryant
Surf Director at Pineapple Hill