After Pioneer TN, we made it clear to Cumming GA where Scott and Debra Douglas reside. Scott is an old sailing/racing buddy of mine when they lived in Long Beach. But alas, their careers took them away from us twenty plus years ago, so we don't see near enough of each other. They live in a very nice community northwest of Atlanta and the Chattahoochee River runs beside their property. Scott can, and usually does, hunt or fish there every day of his life. Debra has just retired after tearing up the banking world. Her mother Irene, who just passed away, was a top notch cook and would prepare wonderful wonderful Italian feasts when I showed up. Deb has a big binder of her mother's recipes and, I am glad to report, is almost as good as mama. In time, I'm sure she'll surpass her.
So while we were there, we ate, drank, told stories and laughed and then hit the repeat button. If I hadn't been delivering my brother-in-law's car to Florida, we'd still be there. Why would anyone want to leave?
But duty called and south we drove to Gainesville FL.
Next day we finished the southerly leg and drove to Fort Myers and delivered BIL's car. We went back to Cape Coral and stayed with my friend Bud. Bud is a retired TWA 767 captain who used to live in Long Beach. He is the one who got me into flying. While still a student pilot, I used to fly Bud's Trimotor airplane around So. Cal. In case you don't know, Buffy crashed at Fullerton airport about five years back and Bud moved to Florida. He has a 38 foot catamaran in the canal behind his house, got a captain's license from the Coast Guard and takes folks out on charters. We went sailing on the Gulf of Mexico in the ICW, Intracoastal Waterway, and crewed on a few charters.
Next, eating our way out of Florida through NOLA to So. Cal.
So while we were there, we ate, drank, told stories and laughed and then hit the repeat button. If I hadn't been delivering my brother-in-law's car to Florida, we'd still be there. Why would anyone want to leave?
But duty called and south we drove to Gainesville FL.
Next day we finished the southerly leg and drove to Fort Myers and delivered BIL's car. We went back to Cape Coral and stayed with my friend Bud. Bud is a retired TWA 767 captain who used to live in Long Beach. He is the one who got me into flying. While still a student pilot, I used to fly Bud's Trimotor airplane around So. Cal. In case you don't know, Buffy crashed at Fullerton airport about five years back and Bud moved to Florida. He has a 38 foot catamaran in the canal behind his house, got a captain's license from the Coast Guard and takes folks out on charters. We went sailing on the Gulf of Mexico in the ICW, Intracoastal Waterway, and crewed on a few charters.
Next, eating our way out of Florida through NOLA to So. Cal.
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