Fleas and pizza

Saturday was the huge nautical flea market in Islamorada, and Bob and Stephanie graciously offered us a ride. Jay found a new wet suit, since his had mysteriously shrunk a LOT since he bought it 30 years ago (when he purchased everything else he has). Suspecting that there were still fleas we hadn't seen, we went to the Big Pine Key flea market on Sunday to get new Conch Republic flags. Big Pine is close to Summerland, so we headed further south to visit with Bill and Charlotte, friends we met on our trip down from Tennessee two years ago. They also happen to be friends of Bob and Stephanie, so we introduced them to Rusty and Nancy and enjoyed a visit in their gorgeous home on the canal.

Afterward, stomachs growling, we went to No Name Pub for their world-famous fabulous pizza. We waited outside with a large Hispanic biker gang for our table, then enjoyed the scenery (loads and loads of dollar bills) and delicious pizzas inside.















That's not me on the bar stool behind Jay, but it could well be if we don't change the lifestyle to which we've become accustomed!