It is is full of melancholy decay, yet beautiful in places.
A jumping off place, for last contented years to be spent.
Out to pasture, Korean war generation amounts of diner food.
Much has been written on the subject.
I learned that IT is everywhere, and we are precarious.
No thing is certain.
There is a potential novelist working in the Dade City Goodwill.
She said she was raised in a bassinet on a jukebox in a bar in the foothills of the rockies just south of Denver.
She seems to be here under mysterious circumstances. I found a copy of The Beauty Queen of Leenanne in the book area and recommended it, but said it was dark, she said that was fine with her.
There is an eyedropper full of that kind of hope fullness.
There is more going on at the Mexican emporium then anywhere else in this uneventful place, fantastic cowboy boots.
There seems also to be a lot of over exposure to sun by the general population.
I have yet to meet Manatees.
Eevie our beloved dog passed away while I was here, so...
