I’m making myself update, but am so far behind it’s a pain-in-the-ass. But am making myself. Am not happy about it, but must…

Okay, this is why bullet points were made:

• We left Panama City and headed for St. Petersberg. This excited us, as we knew there were things to do there. Coupled with the fact (did I spell/use that phrase correctly? Oh well) that we’d be meeting an old friend of mine. The town was gorgeous, highly recommended. Nice, lots of trees, quiet, good people, a random Dali museum and even randomer (?) music lineup for Feb (in one weekend, Funkadelic + Ozomatli + someone else big who I’m forgetting….shit). Highly suggested. Oh, said friend stood us up. Which sucks, but was to be expected.
• From there it was onto Ft. Myers, which we assumed would be happening. It was, if you’re between 60-75. But then again, these people are fun to drink with and we did. Nightly in the hot tub with men and women older than our father’s and highballs that seemed more like sand pails. Good folk. Made more sense to go here first and then hear the phrase ‘Death’s Waiting Room’. Fun beach as well.
• After that, it was a trip down through the Everglades to take in some ‘gators’, bigger than I’d ever seen and right on the side of the highway. Highly suggest this as well.
• Finally making it to our final locale of The Keys…now, it’s nice down here, but many, like ourselves, think that it’s going to be tiny island connected with big highways. Just the opposite, actually. Still nice, but Key Largo’s big. Like – has a K-Mart and Super Target big. We finally got to our RV park on the isle of Long Key and finally backed up to the water. Big collective sigh from the group. Finally a place to stay for a bit (am sure this meant more to Tim, the driver, than Robin and I). A schedule – one that would include fishing. Grilling freshly caught lobster. Drinking in both the locals and the beer they made. Even basketball for Tim and I to play one-on-one each day on!

The one day I didn’t play with him he fucks up his ankle. Bad. As in, the worst injury I’ve ever seen.

See that legbone? It’s pointing straight. As his foot should be – not the 90 degree angle you see. How in the world he didn’t break it is still being talked about at the emergency room the one ambulance on the island had took him to. He’s in Miami now getting an MRI to make sure, but it’s…well, he’s blessed. As are Robin and I, seeing how we don’t know how to drive the Bus.

So, he’s laid up, this, the most-active guy I know, but could be in a worse spot.