How I Spent My Spring Vacation, Part IV

by Tommy Obert, 5th Grade

[Yeah, I do ART!]

At oh-dark-thirty this morning, thunder and lightning shattered our blissful reverie.  Our last minutes in Sarasota were spent watching nature’s light show and hoping the thunder claps weren’t going to shatter the windows.  After six days of 80+ degree cloudless weather, Florida was bidding a wet and noisy adieu – our departure was delayed by an hour and a half as we waited for an opportunity to break for the car without getting soaked.  Twelve hours later we’re regrouping in a Days Inn on the North Carolina-Virginia border – though it was 72 when we left Sarasota, it was in the 40’s by the time we hit South Carolina.  We may have snow flurries in D.C. this week.

Many thanks again to our Florida hosts:  Mary and Dave and Rosie and Dick (not to be confused with the kinky 60’s movie of a similar title).  They treated us to the [Miller] high life we have come to expect and appreciate.

[Our last day.  In line an hour early for the Sarasota Art Show aboard the monster yacht, Seafair.  I do not like 80+ degree, cloudless, humid days in mid-summer – in March, I was getting nauseous.  Ruthie, unconcerned, regaled a couple from Peoria with tales from Alexandria.]

[Line to Seafair.]

[Sarasota harbor.]

[Once aboard, Rosie, the supervisor, and I made a beeline for the elevator to the Seafair’s top deck and medicinal refreshment.]

[Views from the “top.”]

[The girls admire bling.]

[Rosie admires Susan Swartz (each piece about $50,000).]

[Can you name him?]

[Can you name her?]

[Can you name her?]

[Can you name them?}

[Rosie unexpectedly meets her Sarasota fan club.]

The sequence (I thought the following to be elegantly Hollywoody beachy – the protagonists will think otherwise, and will so advise me):

Apres the art show:

[Lunch at the Salty Dog.]

[St. Armands Circle.]

[I could not get out of the car, which should answer any “looking up the skirt” questions.]

[Yeah, I like ART!]

[Editor’s note:  We defied the laws of nature and various “travel agent” advisors on our trip south.  We threw caution to wind and drove right through the heart of downtown Atlanta.  Not a problem – zipped right along at 70 mph.  Our logic was that everyone is advised to avoid Atlanta – accordingly, there would be nobody driving there.  We were right!  🙂  We similarly took on the dreaded I-4 through Orlando  – busy, but we made it.  There is not really a good option to I-4.]

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The Journey Begins Thanks for joining me! This is the follow-up to the original, “,” which overwhelmed the system’s ability to handle it any more. Thus, this is “Part 2.” As the original was initially described: 10-26-07-4 “It all began in a 5,000 watt radio station in Fresno, California” . . . wait a minute, that was Ted Baxter on the Mary Tyler Moore Show! Let’s see . . . oh yeah, it all began in 2003 when retirees, i.e., old people, in Alexandria, Minnesota, who had no desire to become snow birds, went looking for mid-winter entertainment here in the frozen tundra of West Central Minnesota. We discovered girls’ high school hockey, fell in love immediately, and it remains our favorite spectator sport to this day. Initially, and for several years, reports on these games were e-mailed to those who were actually snowbirds but wanted to keep abreast of things “back home.” It was ultimately decided a blog would be more efficient, and it evolved into a personal diary of many things that attracts tens of readers on occasion. It remains a source of personal mental therapy and has yet to elicit any lawsuits. ~ The Editor, May 9, 2014 p.s. The photo border around the blog is the Cardinal girls’ hockey team after just beating Breck for the state championship in 2008. It’s of the all-tournament team. The visible Breck player on the left is Milica McMillen, then an 8th-grader – she is now an All-American for the Gophers. The Roseau player in the stocking cap I believe is Mary Loken, who went on to play for UND; and the Cardinal player on the right, No. 3, is Abby Williams, the player we blame most for making us girls’ hockey fans who went on to play for Bemidji State. *********************************************************************************** Photos contained herein are available for personal use. All you have to do is double click on any of the photos and they will become full screen size. You can then save them into your personal “My Pictures” file. They make lovely parting or hostess gifts, or holiday gifts for such as Uncle Ernie who wants to see how his grand niece is doing on the hockey team. If any are sold for personal profit, however, to, for example, the Audubon Society, National Geographic, Sven’s Home Workshop Monthly, Curling By The Numbers, or the World Wrestling Federation, I only request that you make a donation to the charitable organization of your choice. You have two hours and fifteen minutes. Pencils ready? Begin! **********************************************************************************
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