on tampa bay with mum and mike

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update: flat stanley has returned safely to iowa. that is all.

as i sorted through the snapshots taken during my, now not so recent, trip to florida i realized some of the snapshots should be posted on the days they were taken. i've been thinking about 'the others' (the photos, not the nicole kidman flick) and believe they deserve a narrative, or at least a bit of reflection; those are posted throughout the month, randomly.
raising a beer to toast friends old, new and re-discovered.
patty cox, nee ritter
thanks for coming out to the game. i can't imagine giving up drinking and carousing for a husband and child. nice to see you've balanced your responsibilities!
anne & renee
thanks for opening your front door so very late on a school night! if a crowd like ours showed up on my front stoop (and frankly they have) i would have turned off all of the lights. and i've done that, too. anne: i appreciate the chat and hope to keep in contact. renee: congrats on the condos!
rondeaux
woah, girl! you rock. i'd say more but i'd be sued.
and right back at you.
richter
what are you going to do about ramsay? laura has a couple of beautiful photos of the man at rest while i have approximately 100MB of blurry action shots. cripes.
spending time at oak street was powerful medicine. i wish you could have been there when i called amy mo. from the porch with a rolling rock (33) in hand.
thanks for opening up your home, getting the tickets for the game and hooking me up with rick. mi casa es su casa.
yes, the note on the fridge is yours.
julia a.k.a. elastigirl
thanks for your flexibiliy. spending the days in st. augustine and orlando with you (and your maps) was a great way to catch up. sleep well.
dt
i won't likely forget:
-- 'the bad appleseed gang'
-- 'i feel a sin comming on'
-- driving across the causeway: 'here's where she booted me out of the car...'
-- 'i had a bad day. i spent the afternoon digging a crane out of mud up to my knees'
...
anytime soon.
while i wish we could have spent more time together, i also recognized, again, you make every minute count.
and yes, parts of tampa bay are 30-40 feet deep.



anti-clockwise, bottom center
samantha, grandmum mcneish, nana graham, mum, grandmum buckley

i believe my grandmother was pregnant with my mum when this snapshot was taken.
hey, jill! where is the beer?
it's not like this was the only map she had in her purse. no. she had a map of the state, a map of disney, and (i'm fairly certain) a map of epcot (just in case).
once we realized she was comfortable with her map(s) we let it go. until now.

i have no memory of taking this photo. none. or the guest star. bueller? bueller?

florida = danger.
okay. it was a stuffed gator at a truck stop.

well, there's trouble. insipired by rondeaux.

time to go home?
julia, looking out at the atlantic beyond the fort.

i don't count on many people, richter being one exception.

right in front of the fort in st. augustine. about the time i took this photo i'd finally figured out how much i miss julia. and how lucky babs and i are to have her in our life. cheers.




my mother doing her best jackie o. impression.

tomorrowland
the entrance to tomorrowland, looking up.

the familiar ferry
julia and laura actually thought we were taking the monorail over to the park! are you kidding me? how could i pass up a ferry ride at disney world?!?

odd, very odd.

starting to smirk?
yep, that's space mountain in the background. at this point, i did not know that disneyworld does not serve alcohol.

charlie and julia
gamely waiting in line for the indy cars.

the next generation
look closely: that kid is driving an indy car at disney while talking on a cell phone. argh.

samantha and julia

samantha and a lion
honestly, i have no idea which character this is. i've never had my photo taken with a "cast member" and with the b-day on the horizon, i thought it was about time.

a tree
after dinner and drinks in disneytown (city, burgh?). shortly before the bus ride from "hell", back to "goofy 46-50".

gas station
we've stopped at a gas station off of i-75, near ocala. laura will likely kill me for posting this one. heh.
shortly after this photo was taken we saw emergency evacuation vehicles heading towards ocala, which we had just passed. laura was curious about whether or not we should continue to st. augustine. julia and i explained that, in florida, you're in trouble if the evacuation squade heading in the same direction as you. laura bought it.

primary fuel: whiskey, tequila and beer. enough said.


the howard franklin bridge (frankenstein) from tampa bay.
oh, and by the way dt, the water really is 30-40 feet deep. thanks for the confirmation by way of mike's loran.

old cigar factory building
