Beginnings

Christmas came a week early for Cindy and I this year. There was a joy at having all "the chicks back in the nest". This from Cindy who pronounces the words with a sigh in remembrance of days past. I think of Sarah's words in describing some minor outing by Adeline without both parents in attendance "We Are Raising Her For The World."

Easy words when your child is two and the world and it's clutching hands are far in the future. Far more difficult words when your children have kicked their way out of the nest, and with wild eyes and a shriek of joy, thrown themselves into open space.

In response Cindy and I have decided to do the same thing. With wild eyes and a shriek of panic we have thrown ourselves out of the nest and are back on the road. Admittedly the shriek of panic was more about me almost crushing the mailbox than anything else.

This morning we are sipping coffee and writing in our snug travel trailer 60 miles North of Disney World. Again we have stumbled on a quiet spot in the middle of Florida's wall to wall development. Lake Griffin State Park, 4 miles from 'The Villages'. Here we intend to stay for the next ten days, taking long walks and thinking deep thoughts.

After Lake Griffin we are without destination. We have vague plans of returning to Mexico for a month and still more murky plans of buying a winter home in Florida. We are in the midst of an unscripted play, a comic romantic adventure, with Cindy in the lead and I the principle supporting actor. She supplies the plot and I bumble along at her side. Occasionally I forget my lines but she is swift to prompt me.

EXPERIMENTAL HOPS FARM SOUTH

The Vice President of research and development is pleased to announce that the experimental hops farm (southern division) is up and running.
Thanks to a new rear tine Troy Built tiller and two large buckets of seasoned cow manure the first planting has taken place. Thankfully a worker was found who recently crossed the boarder from Mexico and was willing to work for food.All for now...will report tomorrow when the first shoots pop up. Am thinking about installing a computer camera in the yard and streaming images on line.

Travels

I'm aware that I should not post this on the web for fear my shares of Disney may take a dive, but there are other places to visit in the South besides Disney world. Ouch...that hurt...

Well we arrived back in Orlando from Mexico and found our car parked right where we left it. We then spent the night with Kelly (Mike and Colton were freezing in Mich) and took Kelly out for her birthday dinner. She found us this really neat Oyster bar and they gave her a free pitcher of beer. She shared it with me and not Cindy (somebody had to drive home.)

We then went to St. Augustine for three nights and took the free "First Responders Paranormal Investigators" tour. Our tour was led by the "Lead Investigator" (at least that's what his t-shirt said.) This is Cindy taking in every word. She kept trying to say things like "amazing" and "great experience" and "glad you brought me out here tonight Bo" but the only thing that came out of her mouth was "bullshit". I think it was the spirits!

This is me when I first realized my innate talent for communing with Ghosts. It was at the place where the Voodoo Queen was burned to death by an angry mob. I felt her icy breath on my cheek and heard her whisper 'bo youu da man' Thats when I knew I would have to bring my talents back to Chippewa Lake. I plan on buying an 'elf' meter (19.95 on Amazon.com) and leading tours of the famous haunted locations near Chippewa Lake. There may be some drinking involved (spirits invite spirits) so we'll need designated drivers. Details and invitations will be sent telekenetically and for those without "the gift" I'll just call you up.

This is St. Augustine by day. They got this old fort.

So now we're in Savannah. This is us in one of the 24 squares. They sure got a lot of flowers here.

My bout with the absess tooth is on the mend. Dr. Garlic phoned in some anti bodys for me and I'm felling a lot better although my face still looks like a chipmonk. I think it was the Voodoo Queen being pissed at Cindy. She probably threw a curse missed Cindy and hit me. Love you all and miss you.

INCIDENTS OF TRAVEL IN THE YUCATAN