JUST KNOCKIN’ AROUND—

We spent yesterday visiting a few stores, a shell-shop, alligator hunting and brunch munching with our friends Dick and Dee Weeks whose summer digs are up near Syracuse, NY.

Our new(er) camper has arrived and Sue is busy fine tuning it.  New carpet will be installed in the next two days and she is zeroing in on some replacement furniture.

That’s her pictured above in a spiffy shell-shop in Fort Pierce.  Being as close to the ocean as we are things here have a decidedly nautical ambiance.  Her purchase was a little lighthouse we will use as a bathroom door stop.

The alligator hunting occurred in a canal-laced, Ft. Pierce city park.  We didn’t see any but they are routinely found there according to locals.  Officials simply put up a sign here and there warning of their presence—and that seems to satisfy the pedestrian safety requirements.

In our roaming about four big, burly motorcycles thundered by us; three Harleys and the other sporting a symbol I didn’t recognize.  Three of the four riders were not wearing helmets.  Care to guess which three?

Later I met the cleanest guy in the world in the men’s room of the local Golden Corral.  He stepped away from the urinal, finished tucking and headed for the door.  Then he stopped abruptly—I thought to wash his hands.  Nope.  He grabbed a piece of paper towel and used it to pull the exit door open. 

 

Now that I think about it, I guess that protects those of us that follow him about the same as if he practiced civilized, restroom hygiene.

Hmmmm.