Cruisin’ II

We left Minneapolis and Mary (photo by Associated Press) the following morning.  As usual, I got stopped going through airport security (always, as I apparently meet the terrorist profile rather than that of a sweet grandfatherly type I actually am).  Plus, the supervisor had developed plantar fasciitis (think an ice pick in your heel) two days before we left, so naturally our plane’s gate was at the far end of the terminal (four moving sidewalks).  We had a non-stop to Ft. Myers, the cheapest destination on Florida’s West coast.  We obtained our rental car with surprisingly little difficulty (though naturally it was in the lot farthest from the terminal), and made our way north to Rosie and Dick’s B&B in Sarasota.

[The supervisor makes her way through Rose and Dick’s lovely neighborhood – their pool and tennis courts are only a block behind her.]

[Then it was off to downtown Sarasota’s bayfront for a walk with Groucho.]

Then it was off to a nighttime cruise of St. Armand’s Circle.

[Rosie and the supervisor love the night life!  🙂 ]

The next day featured a somewhat lengthy drive to the tip of Anna Marie Island where we dined (what else?) at the Rod & Reel Pier, which has the rare distinction of being “born” the same year as this reporter.  And it begun my run of grouper entrees.

[A manatee (the one not in the kayak).]

The next day our gracious hosts took us to Libby’s, a chichi restaurant in Sarasota’s Hillview area.  I swear every woman who walked by while we were dining was either a supermodel or the mother of a supermodel. 😉

Then back “home” for a few tunes from the Sarasota Mandolin Ensemble.

[A regular stop on visits to Sarasota.  The supervisor and Dick are at the order window.]

Our last morning with Rose and Dick – a trip to the No. 1-ranked beach in the entire United States!  That Siesta Key has received such distinction will draw no complaints from me.  While Rosie had to stay behind to help even older folks with their taxes, the supervisor, Dick, and I walked up and down the water line, taking particular notice of those from the raisin ranch (a term used in Jess Lourey’s latest book, November Hunt, by Mrs. Berns in describing retirees who have spent far too much time in the sun).  The beach sand is not white sugar – it’s white flour!

[Dick and the supervisor.]

[Not locals]

Having reached the 3-day, dead fish threshold with our first hosts, it was time to search out other “price is right” lodging in the area.  Fortunately, Alexandria’s-own Crazy Dave and Mary live just a few miles down the road from Rose and Dick in Sarasota.

[Mary and the Easter Bunny welcome the supervisor.]

[We boarded Crazy Dave’s classic Sebring convertible (one of the few vehicles I can enter and exit without hitting my head) for a trip to Venice.]

[We noshed (do you recognize the senior life style revolves around eating?) at Sharkey’s at Venice Beach.]

[Crazy and the supervisor plotted stategies on how best to approach the nude beach.]

[Ain’t we got fun?]

[Not far from Sharkey’s, where the 9-11 terrorists did their flight training.]

[From a Venice beach access.]

[The supervisor, Mary, and Crazy shopping downtown Venice.]

[A must stop every time we visit these environs – Nokomis Groves for orange ice cream!]

[It was 85 and sunny – a major portion of this delight ended up on my clothes and on the floor of the Sebring’s back seat!]

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The Journey Begins Thanks for joining me! This is the follow-up to the original, “alexandriacardinals.wordpress.com,” 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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