Sitting at the Green Turtle bar late last week chatting with quirky Addison B&B owner Bob Tidball and patting his dog, Maggie, who was occupying the stool next to me, pretty barkeep “Larry” explained the new beers on tap and asked if we had any questions. Bob thought for a few seconds and said, “Yes. What’s the capital of Bolivia?” *** Last Wednesday morning we answered a loud knock at our front door and were confronted by a Fernandina Beach Police Department officer who politely but firmly asked us to show identification.
A little more than three years ago when wife Linda and I had been full-time residents of Amelia Island for about three months the Fernandina Beach News-Leader printed an opinion-editorial I submitted expressing our observations about our new hometown.
Surprisingly a number of readers told me that they remember that piece and asked me if
Over the years I’ve been fortunate to stay in touch with many of my Tampa Plant High School classmates, even coincidentally running into some of them in very unlikely locations including Berlin, Paris and London, many years after graduation.
Some I have known since grade school have gone on to become musicians (Stephen Stills), astronauts (Sam Durrance), the first female mayor of Tampa (Sandy Warshaw), a belly dancer, teachers, electricians, newspaper editors and reporters, authors, actors, actresses, preachers, professors, business executives, housewives, airline pilots, mechanics, salesmen, carpenters, soldiers, and more. Stephen, Sam, Sandy and the others all have fascinating stories but one that appeals to me is Rosalind (Roz) Latimer, a very pretty, perky blonde, who I last saw when she was performing in front of a packed crowd of fans at Plant’s Dad’s Stadium as head majorette and member of the precision dance team, Danceros, during football halftime shows.
A loyal reader, who goes by the nom de plume of “fat man from space” (FMFS) wrote to inform me that he appreciates my critique on some of the island’s better places to grab a good burger (Where’s the Best Place to Grab a Good Burger? davescottblog.com, Aug. 8, 2014) and I’m inclined to take him seriously as he informs me that he is the “Official Amelia Island Burger Judge,” self-appointed, and who am I to argue with a fellow bearing such a lofty and impressive title?
FMFS wrote that he had just tasted Main Beach’s Putt Putt Burger, which I have declared one of the top two island burgers (the other being T-Ray’s), because that’s what his job description says he’s supposed to do, and it all started as a hobby that this alien parlayed
I didn’t subscribe, but for some reason I’m receiving Popular Mechanics Magazine, a publication I haven’t read since I was a kid back in the 1950s, so I decided to compare an issue from July 1958 with the one I received in the mail.
The classified ads were my favorite some 55 years ago and it appears they have shrunk dramatically with my recent issue consisting of just a single page compared to close to 60 in the 1950s issue. However, the whacky factor is still there with an edition a few months ago containing ads for locating buried treasure, Asian brides, and my favorite: “UFOs? Aliens? Possible Commercial Trade?”