And, you're really lucky to have someone ... so docile.
Oh yeah, that's right! I contribute, baby!
I ran down to the Busy Bee for some standby orange juice. I noticed something unfamiliar tucked into a corner, and I thought of Andra (The Accidental Cootchie Mama - look for her in print soon). I knew in an instant that I couldn't leave the Deep South without Cheerwine fueling my mitochondria.
|My mom: "She'll take pictures of anything." Yeah, that's what Ansel Adams' mom said, too.|
I graduated high school, more or less, in Fernandina Beach. I graduated high school, essentially, in Fernandina Beach. I graduated high school! I did it, technically, in Fernandina Beach. I was completing my first year of college while fulfilling the requirements for my HS diploma, which meant I didn't really hang out in Fernandina in my senior year, only my junior. Thirty years later, I emailed my class president to ask him to invite me to reunions. I'm not going, but a girl wants to be asked.
I told you that part so I could tell you this: we went to FB today so I could "show Annie around." Except, nothing was familiar. My trailer park home was a Lowe's. That's where I learned to put a penny on the tracks and watch it get flattened. That's where we all had to coordinate wash days so the well didn't go dry. That's where we'd cross the two-lane to wait for the bus, staying as far back as we could so the logging trucks didn't take us out in the dark like one did my classmate two stops away. She was an identical twin and I don't remember her name.
Annie's Behind™ the World's Biggest Anchor Ever Attached to a Shrimp Boat that Doesn't Exist Anymore. Before becoming the Dread Pirate Roberts, he was merely the Best-Avoided Pirate Roberts, mainly because he was a shrimp boat captain and always smelled like an appetizer. In frustration, and desperate to move on and accomplish a dream, B-AP Roberts cut the line, dropped the anchor to the harbor floor, and let the trawler drift out to sea. Almost immediately, he realized his mistake and swam out to the runaway boat. He began what is believed to be the first RV (River Vessel) modification and converted it into a frigate. He could sometimes be heard from the shore screaming "Frigate!" when he wanted to put down the anchor he used to have.
That's what the sign should have said, but signs lie.
|Not the Post Office|
Blogging has come a long way from the time we bloviated on stone with our chisels and ran down to our neighbor's hut to ask him to follow us. Pictures go a long way toward conveying a feeling, but I need Smell-o-Vision to really, REALLY take you to Fernandina Beach. This is the best I could do.
It is our earnest and honest intention to leave Florida on Monday.