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I discovered a gem of a cafe today– Melba’s Place inside The Shoppes of Havana Trading Company just down the road from Doright Manor in Havana, Florida.



Manager Melba Ginsberg mixes up a mean chicken salad. I had the “Dilly Dally” salad. Oh. My. Goodness. It was so fresh and delicious I darn near swooned.
I tried a sample of “The Coronation” and found it equally tasty, but I might have a an addiction to dill. I’d start looking for a Dill Anon group, but I’m not ready to give it up.
While I was making a fool of myself inhaling “Dilly Dally” Melba and I visited about her early life in Florida. She was born in South Georgianot far from Havana, but her family moved to the Lake Okeechobee area when she was a child. She grew up in a small town where she was a majorette in the marching band.

Melba told me that when she went to choose an instrument from the band room (everyone had to play an instrument) only the bass drum and baritone remained. Melba isn’t very tall and I giggled imagining her toting around the big bass drum. She chose the baritone, though, which isn’t that much smaller, and played it in concert band.
Melba now finds herself near the place of her birth having returned to the area to be close to her daughter. On a visit here Melba’s daughter fell in so in love with Havana that she opened a business here, The Shoppes at Havana Trading Company.
I took way too many photos of The Shoppes to put into one post, so I’ll continue this later, but check them out online in the meantime. And if you live anywhere near Havana, The Shoppes are well worth a trip.
If I held my breath just right and chanted in the proper key maybe this link will provide more information.
@ShoppesHTC
If not, here’s Melba’s card, charmingly posed on my denim covered thigh. This is a fancy blog, don’t you know.


Melba’s cafe features heavenly ice cream, too! I had a scoop of caramel sea salt. So much for my diet.
Peace, people!
I’ve Been Drunk
words by Leslie Noyes
I’m usually sober, but I have been drunk. Sometimes one glass of wine leads to another,
And I lose count. Mind, this isn’t my usual state. Normally you’ll find me sober as a saint.
Tonight, though? Tonight I succumbed. Tonight I forgot about rules and restrictions.
I did not drown my sorrows; I celebrated my joys. Oh, my heart! I have so very many.
I just upgraded to a premium package. I guess I’m happy with it, but they kind of had me over a barrel. I couldn’t attach any photos to new blogs without upgrading, and I know how much you all enjoy my stellar (cough! cough!) photography.
But I’m griping because for some reason WP has begun publishing posts that clearly were marked as “scheduled.” I’ll go in to edit scheduled posts and the next thing I know they’ve published. It’s ticking me off.
So if you click on one of my posts and nothing is there please know it wasn’t my doing, but an overzealous WordPress glitch.
Carry on.
Too freaking funny!
Dung beetles navigate
by the stars
but only to locate
more
shit

If you were a smart, beautiful girl, who isn’t into girly-girl stuff, what would you want to receive as a gift for your 14th birthday?
This isn’t a rhetorical question. Our eldest grandchild will celebrate her 14th birthday on September 13. Today is September 7. Surely someone out there has a suggestion. I’m getting desperate.
Here she is with her dog, Toby.
They leaned across the table,
fingertips touching,
heads inclined,
eyes engaged
Anyone could see how much in
love they were,
except I heard
her call him
A freaking dumbass, while
he made feeble
attempts at an
apology.
Eavesdropping certainly
has some perks
not the least of which is
entertainment value.
