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I bid adieu to my superb hosts after a couple days of reminding each other
of various adventures and misadventures and it wasn't because we ran out
of either. It's that I still have quite a bit of the 1920 route in front
of me.
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And I had a lunch date. I arrived at the
Casey Key
Fish House slightly ahead of Wayne and Sandy Shannon but I barely had
time to snap a picture of the restaurant before I saw them walking toward
me. We were soon sitting waterside and enjoying a great lunch. After the
meal, I followed them back to their home and we walked down to look over
their classic looking (but thoroughly modern) boat. Several manatees
frequent the marina and at least three were playing there today. They are
able to consistently stay submerged just a few seconds longer than my
attention span so I was always surprised by their surfacing and never
managed to catch more than some nostrils above water. Even with the
clouds, the good views available are quite apparent -- until Wayne and I
block them.
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Sarasota was as far south as Granddad and Granny got on the west coast of
Florida so my off course excursion was over once I reached there. Not only
did Seward Johnson's Unconditional Surrender not exist when my
great-grandparents passed through the town, the event it depicts was still
a quarter-century in the future.
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