Too Much talking

I can pretty much talk to anyone in nearly every setting.  It is a trait inherited from my father.  He definitely had the gift of gab (there's an old phrase for you).  He was a salesman and I was a salesman.  We both traveled around doing our jobs, him, in the state of Michigan and me throughout the midwest.  He never let traffic conditions deter him. " You get there when you get there" he would say.  Even though I never wanted to be late for an
appointment,  and sometimes got lost,  I was not deterred either.

This is sort of a preamble comment to meeting people on this trip.  We have met folks locally, from Minnesota and from Wisconsin, just regular people in similar circumstances, retired and fortunate enough to be able to get away from the cold climates we originate at.  I take none of this for granted.  

This is somewhat off topic but we have been viewing the  apocalyptic  series The Last of Us  on HBO Max.  While most of the episodes are full of mutated people and destruction, the third one is the uplifting story of two men that find each other and build a life together.  In one of the more touching scenes, strawberries are planted and the fruit emerges.  The first taste off the vine brings them both to gales of laughter.  In my life, I have had a similar experience at a farm with strawberries and felt joy of the first bite as a kid.  There were so many berries, I completely ate my fill in the field.  Anyway, if you get the chance to catch this series,  give it a try.

Harry's has an upside down boat hanging from the ceiling over the bar.  It was worthy of a photo.

We went on a side trip to Apalachicola.  Looking around, saw this amazing Aloe plant in front of a store.  

Not much else to report on today.  

All for now

stay safe