The Restaurant was not much to look at, is it?!
The natives where friendly and offered us food
in return for common currency.
There's nothing more dangerous, than a hungry Sparky.
Keep all fingers and toes at least 10 feet away.
Who is that good looking guy that keeps following me around? *lol*
The way we learned of Timoti's Seaford Shak's existence is in the latest issue of RoadRUNNER Magazine. I believe it was last Fall, the author of the story, and a riding companion, rode their Dual Sports from Folkston, Georgia, to our area, and back again. For anyone who rides, RoadRUNNER monthly supplies informative and well written works.
Anyway, the food was good and the company better.
My husband likes to say a photo refocuses a memory. For a good laugh, go to this link at Shutterfly and see what we looked like in 1979. Fresh faced, much slimmer, didn't ache anywhere and still unaware of the perils ahead. I'm thankful the Lord has let me make this long journey together. He gave me a wonderful life companion that has daily filled my heart with joy. I know I'm a much better person for having stuck to the course.