Day 18: November 21, 2020 From One Friend to Another Comment via blog Check Granny's letters of the day

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.

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.

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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