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It was just a short walk to breakfast and a seat at the counter where I
had a good view of the grill. As I ate, the owner was chatting with a
woman next to me and I got included in the conversation. Among the stories
and jokes was the tale of a fellow who, after staring at the walls for
some length of time, shared his revelation with his wife. "That's why
they call it the Wooden Spoon," he announced proudly.
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I took a bit of a stroll after breakfast and snapped pictures of a couple
local landmarks...
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...followed by some daytime shots of home base.
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I eventually got in the car and drove all the way to the
Dockside
Tropical Cafe (1.5 miles away) and even the
7 Mile Grill (3.2
miles away). I stopped at another bar but it was closed so all I got was
a picture of what Roadside America calls the World's Largest Angel Fish next door.
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A lack of planning found me at sundown with few ideas of where a clear
view might be found and no time to get there anyway.
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I intended to eat at another restaurant tonight but as I sat at their bar
and read the menu I found myself wanting to head back to Brutus's. So I
did. This time, however, I ate outside. Shrimp for dinner every night is
good for you, right?
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