Bill and Shade Jones of Naples, Fla., were here Friday night to watch their nephew, Huston, play football at LCCHS on Saturday. They attended the wedding of Gerald Combs’s daughter, Dr. Elizabeth Combs, in Lexington. Bill and Shade are the sons-in-law of the late Red and Mae Jones.
Arminta Ison Jenkins of Texas is in visiting family and friends in Kentucky.
Arminta, Anna Jene Yonts and Linda Combs had a good time going to ECCO. Anna June fixed them a very good lunch.
Happy birthday to Don Walker of Naples, Fla.
This from Sue Banks: Kidnapped for a week.
My two brothers, Kyle and Glenn Flanary, and wives all got together and took me from Whitesburg all the way to Sarasota, Fla. Kyle came up from Atlanta, Ga., and got me. We went back to Georgia to pick up his wife, Cindy.
Another brother and his wife and my nephew and his wife all went down to Florida by way of Indianapolis, Ind. We met in Sarasota on Sunday evening. My brother Glen and Jill have a home in Sarasota.
While there, we went to as many beaches as we could cram in, five in all. One has the most shark’s teeth in all of the United States.
We also ate at a lot of seafood places. I ate fried calamari for the first time, and may I say, the last time. For those like me who are a little on the dumb side, it had long tentacles at one time and tasted like the bottom of my swimming shoes. I stuck to what I know best after that like shrimp, fish and crab.
The last day in Florida, Kyle his wife Cindy and I all went to a Florida state park on a river/swamp-lake, airboat ride. We saw lots of wildlife like birds with nine-foot wing spreads, big snakes, beautiful water lilies and 10- to 12-foot alligators.
Myakka River State park flows through 58 square miles of wet lands, swamps and lakes. When we got off the air boat, we went on a 30-minute nature walk with paths through palm trees, live oaks with Spanish moss hanging to the ground, and tall swamp grass on each side. Beautiful, but frightful.
As I felt real ‘smart,’ I said to Cindy, “Oh, do you hear the bullfrogs to the left of us in the tall grass?”
Then a light went off in my head. It was bulls all right, but bull alligators all around us. Needless to say, I cut my walk short and went back to the gift shop.
On our trip back to Atlanta, it took us nine hours, as we stopped at Kyle’s home to rest for a day. From Atlanta to Whitesburg was another 9½ hours because we stopped so many times to shop.
We ate breakfast at the Dillard House. I’ve eaten there before, and those who haven’t are in for a treat. We had a big table where we sat. They started bring in the food — biscuits, three kinds of gravy, Virginia ham, sausage, bacon, scrambled eggs, fried apples, grits, pancakes and blueberry muffins, and you could have seconds.
As we waddled back to the car, we were carrying our boxes of leftovers for lunch, and got back on the road.
We arrived in Whitesburg and Little Cowan to a feast at Mary Lynn and Mary’s of homemade pizzas.
I’m very glad to be home, and even my Glenn was glad to see me.
All I can say is, “They took me to the ocean. I went, I saw, I got out and sat on the white sand and watched them find the shark teeth in the 4½-foot waves.”
Now, who do you think was smarter?