We toured only a few buildings, as we were there only an hour before closing time. We saw the Star house from just after the turn of the century (let me tell you, wads of cash may not buy happiness but heart-of-pine paneling comes close). From there, we meandered to the fire engine and the mercantile, just making it to the caboose and train station before closing time.
We checked into the Comfort Suites hotel in Clearwater, Florida, just before five. We chose Cody’s Original Roadhouse for dinner, and it was delicious. I ate enough for three days. They had the paper-covered tables where you can write on the paper with crayons, which is always fun. On this occasion, I showed off my upside-down writing (Chris said it was more legible than my usual writing), and then we all tried to write with both hands at once (because Chris’s grandfather claimed that his grandfather could write Latin and Greek at the same time, one with each hand).
We waddled back to the hotel and changed into swimming togs, but then we had to wait out a brief storm. The water was lovely and warm, and we had an hour and a half of good goofing off before toweling off and coming back in to discover the ultimate disappointment: “wireless internet” does not guarantee that it will actually stay connected in one’s room for more than, oh, ten seconds at a time. Thus, this entry will be a joint effort between Katherine, typing it up, and Chris, dressing and going down to the lobby to hopefully post.