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Sandy Christmas

I ended up in Florida for Christmas week this year. Leaving sub arctic atmospheres and walking off the plane into humid room temperature outdoors put a smile on my face.


I knew God was my co-pilot but was pleased to see that Jesus ( pronouced hay-soose ) was literally "driving the bus" as we went to the rental car place and drove off in the sunset.



One of the nicest things about thawing your gizzard for the holidays was having slightly longer days with blue sky's and sunsets. I always take pictures of palm trees stretched out in the sky. Don't know why it never gets old.

I spent Christmas day with Connie and some friends of ours at Daytona Beach. I haven't asked if I could put them on the blog so I'll just let them be anonymous, show a picture of their lovely daughters and say Hi Jerry. :0)

I shouldn't have been surprised that everything in Daytona Beach was closed Christmas day except the cracked egg diner thanks to a few wonderful people that worked the holiday to have a regular Christmas feast with dressing, pie and everything you'd expect at home but not in a pizza place / beach diner.

The rest of the week we slept, had a drink or two, fed stingrays, slept, tried to go to JaiAlai ( one of my favorite sports to watch ) but they season in Orlando is now pushed back and starts after the first of the year, had a couple more drinks, slept more and... oh yeah, went to an airplane museum.


So does it blow anyone else's mind that people were flying around the world in a week only twenty years after the first model T came rolling off the assembly line?



Yikes, lunch break is over - back to work. No more captions. See Ya.

posted by wes @ 11:28 AM