Enjoy your Thanksgiving, Plan B

I have passed over the bridge, driven down the long stretch of US 19 from Griffin to Tallahasee, then across I-10 to the second Quincy Exit, then down through the piney woods and saw palmetto to where the long paved county road winds its curves through the woods and suddenly shows the light of the Gulf of Mexico at the end of the road.

And I have sat on a bench at Boss Oyster and enjoyed a basket of fried oysters, served with cheese grits and corn fritters and a cold pint of amber ale.

There is nothing wrong with that.

Cindy and Kate and I are sitting in an internet cafe, where we could get a connection.

Last night, I made Scallops Barbara Jean's for the family. Surprisingly, even with a pound of butter and eight strips of Broadbent bacon, it seemed remarkably light. I guess it helps to have the contrast with the fried oysters, which we ate for lunch.

Anyway, with the exception of trying to get used to the pillow under my head and the mattress, I have slept quite well. I wonder why.

Cindy says it is the pounding of the ocean. I personally think it has something to do with being surrounded by my family, eating a sufficient amount of seafood and drinking more beer than normally. And being away from the pressures of work helps.

I look forward to eating oysters again on Wednesday night. However, I have plenty of time to enjoy other aspects of Franklin County.

The weather is cool, but not that bad. The wind, when it dies down, is enjoyable.

A tanker truck ran through a traffic light and hit the bank in town. That was probably the biggest news of the month, I would suspect.

While, you sit in your home, eating yourself into a turkey coma, I will think of you all, eating my turkey and dressing in front of a big sliding glass door, watching the surf come in and roll out.

So much fun.