On your mark, get set…
We’ve been busy the last few weeks. I’ve continued to work on my next book and having fun doing it. Natalie, not so much. I’m afraid I’ve been guilty of devoting much more of my time to my characters than my bride. Not a good way to behave for someone who has recently celebrated fifty years in fifty days. I promise to be better. (BTW, I’ve made multiple changes to my story line, including the first draft I published. I am LOVING it, but I love my wife more, so…)
Natalie suggested we make time to see friends we hadn’t seen in years and mapped out a ten-day trip to the midwest. We want to do the same later in the year to see friends in the Sunshine State, as well. We’ll see. The weather has been less than kind to many and our hearts go out to them.
As we traveled north, we stopped in Chatanooga. Well, to be honest, Natalie stopped in Charanooga against my better judgement and with zero plans for what we were going to do there. Brave adventurer that she is, Natalie wandered through town, eventually ending up at the old Chatanooga Choo Choo train station where we also had lunch at a great place called Nic and Norman’s. I have always loved the burgers at Engine No. 9 in St Pete, Spirits in Dahlonega and Grindhouse Killer Burgers in the Atlanta airport, but I’m not sure they beat those at Nic and Norman’s. and their “sidewinder” fries are to die for. Maybe we could do an “eat off” going from one restaurant to the next…well, maybe not. I won’t be able to go on the beach without a walrus hunter coming after me.
It was a great trip.
So, now we’re getting geared up for St. Kitts. We leave Monday. Natalie can’t stop going on the website for the National Hurricane Center. I get it, Helene was brutal. I’m not trying to put my head in the sand, and I also don’t want us to take silly risks, but I hope we don’t fixate on what “might” happen. Life is too short, especially at my age. If by Sunday there is nothing being reported telling us there is an imminent storm headed to St. Kitts, I’m headed to the airport, and hope a bus doesn’t hit me on the way.
We’ll keep you posted.