We don’t know what we don’t know. Perhaps what’s worse, sometimes we thinkwe know when, in fact, we’re actually making an assumption based on a related fact. If I’ve totally confused you, I apologize. What I’m trying to say is that we generally don’t know all the facts until we do our research. 

A story by Jack Sparacino

 “Suppose you could gain everything in the whole world, and lost your soul. Was it worth it?” – Billy Graham    

Justin Wilbur Johnson felt trapped.  At thirty-seven, still a handsome dark haired construction worker with a gorgeous girlfriend, he had bought a modest yet cozy two room house in Beaufort, South Carolina. He often wore a Clemson sweatshirt to work. It featured a Tigers paw print front and center.  He liked hoodies and the signature orange and grey colors. “Willy,” as his friends and co-workers called him, had never been to college but he liked the aura of college football and watched every game he could.  His girlfriend Sally Hughes Jackson watched a quarter or two here and there, but only to humor her poor Willy, who could easily drain a six-pack of Heineken with a bag of Fritos over the course of a game.  She wondered how he stayed so trim.

The ACE Basin is to the north and east of Beaufort, just on the other side of the Coosaw River. ACE is an acronym for the names of three fresh water rivers in that area: Ashepoo, Combahee and Edisto. They flow into the salt waters of the Coosaw River, St. Helena Sound and the Atlantic Ocean.