Snapshot #217

Saturday I woke up early and decided to drive to Crawfordville, FL, to check out a neighborhood garage sale. I guess I’d fared so well on last week’s bargain that I thought I could find another such piece. Wrong. There wasn’t anything for sale even remotely worthy of a photograph.

So, I texted Studly and asked if I could join him for lunch after his round of golf at Southwood. He gave the okay, and I sat outside the restaurant waiting for him to come off the back nine.

Fittingly, this snapshot is called, Waiting for Godot, er, Studly.

Peace, people.

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I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

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