It was a trip to visit Pat's Dad and introduce him to E.Bet Yeager, our six-year-old roughneck (she never would have had any of those troubles I had working in the oil patch).
Wonderful photos, and I'm with you on preferring a low-rise, tired place that has character over some giant soulless hotel. And yes, I guess a bombing will clear the beach--nice that you got to enjoy it without knowing the reason behind its emptiness.
It wasn't too tired, just the AC, and did scrape my knee on a spot repair in the fresh-water pool. The pic is of the salt-water pool, pristine, and oh yes, the turtle pond...
The hotel is owned by an old family with no interest in selling. The King came for shrimp one time when he had escaped his handlers. At 6' plus, and a quiet studious type, he seldom manages to be incognito, if occasionally on a momentary Roman Holiday.
The black and white-veined marble bathroom was a gosh-er, just a lil dark if well lit and very cozy feeling, and not small-cozy! "Could we do this at home?"
Even all the fishing boats were pulled up in the estuary and beached. I had asked, why is no one fishing? A storm expected, I was told. Thanks for telling me...
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The hotel is owned by an old family with no interest in selling. The King came for shrimp one time when he had escaped his handlers. At 6' plus, and a quiet studious type, he seldom manages to be incognito, if occasionally on a momentary Roman Holiday.
The black and white-veined marble bathroom was a gosh-er, just a lil dark if well lit and very cozy feeling, and not small-cozy! "Could we do this at home?"
Even all the fishing boats were pulled up in the estuary and beached. I had asked, why is no one fishing? A storm expected, I was told. Thanks for telling me...
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