Here’s a strange tale for you.
The dogs and I go out for our morning pee, (I don’t actually pee outside but they certainly do. I’m the observer) and while enjoying the fresh air and sunshine I notice we are missing a tire cover. That’s strange, I think, I don’t recall any wind last night. I scout around a bit, thinking I’ll find it in the bushes. I can’t find it, but as I come back to the coach I notice the other front one is gone as well. OK, it’s definitely not wind. I’m thinking they only took the two because the back ones are pretty much toast anyway.
UPS tracking says our replacement Wenzel parts will be here Monday afternoon. That’s pretty good service when you consider that we ordered them Friday afternoon.
We talked the other day about crafty people and their liquor bottle door bells. Then we walk around the corner and see a wine bottle wind chime. RVers are certainly ingenious! But sooner or later you need to ask “Is that all people do around here?”
John and Colette, Marilyn and I met Brian and Glenda for lunch at a beer bar right on the beach on the Florida-Alabama state line for lunch. The place, rather famous in these parts I might add, is coincidentally called Florabama. The place “interesting” to say the least. We got there about noon on a week day and the band was playing and the booze was flowing. In the winter they cater to the snowbirds, and feature bands, bingos, potlucks and even church services on Sunday morning. It was good to see the Deakins and the beer was cold but if we ever go there again we’ll make sure we have lunch before we go.
That’s all today folks. I do enjoy your visits
“Now son, you don’t want to drink beer. That’s for Daddies, and kids with fake IDs.” –Homer Simpson