After searching elsewhere in the city for Redbeard, we decide to visit this place, which is hosting a bike show and bikini bash. My guess is this is where we're likely to find him...
Have a nice weekend. Our trip through Florida will resume next week.
Here we are, in Tampa Florida, where we will spend the weekend cooling our heels, relaxing and replenishing our strength for the next phase of our journey in the following week. One of the BL Rag's editors, Redbeard, is said to live in the city, so let's head to the Lost & Found and see if we can locate him...
We head westward across the state, our stopping point for the weekend being Tampa. Taking a quick rest in Lake Placid, we notice a proliferation of murals, a sight that prompts us to pause and make a further examination.
We were going to stop in Port St. Lucie next, but weather conditions curtailed the visit...
Our next stop is the city of Fort Lauderdale. Let's have a quick look around:
Feeling a little restless, we leave the tour group now for a quick diversion that allows us to check out the latest in beachwear attire at the West Palm Beach fashion show...
Our next stop is West Palm Beach. We have a little extra cash-on-hand, so we may as well take another sponsored tour:
On a whim, we indulge in a little new age speculation and rent a boat for a spell to visit the Bimini Road, a myth-inducing area under the sea dotted with limestone blocks. These rather large lumps are more than likely products of natural geological forces, but many believe that the underwater formations are man-made, a strong indication that despite our advanced civilization, we moderns are no better than our ancestors when it comes to superstitious belief.
We finally reached the east coast after leaving California over a month ago, arriving in Miami last Friday. We still have a little ways to go yet, however; Washington DC being our final destination. Before leaving Miami, we will drive over to the local visitors' center and let them give us a quick tour of the city.
Moving its focus back into modern times, the museum showcases the artwork of the Greek and Italian painter, Konstantinos Parthenis (1878-1967), who often added religious themes into his paintings:
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Email Article | Print Article | Share Article | Permalink | tagged Art, Morning in the Museum, Music The party at the beach is going in full swing, but things go awry a short time later when one of the latecomers brings along a small but unwanted pet.
Hopefully, we will be back home soon. Have a nice weekend.
Here at last--Miami! And it looks as though the party has already started...
It took us most of the week, but we at last board a plane headed to Florida. We are short on airfare, however, so the crew, unhappy to be short-changed, bails out at the end of the flight, forcing us to land the plane ourselves...
In desperation, we walk over to the Information Desk and ask for help. The girl at the desk is pretty, but seems more interested in describing the outfit she's wearing rather than providing flight information (not that we mind):
Unfortunately, the flight attendant was bound for the far east, so we'll need to backtrack some and find the proper terminal. But before heading back, we give our regards to the crew...
We still need to catch a flight, so we return to the airport this morning, hoping to board a plane headed to Florida. But, once there, we become somewhat disoriented, and manage to get lost on the way to the flight gate. Fortunately, this stewardess was also catching a flight, so we followed her to her aircraft, relieved that someone knows their way around...
Note: this is almost NSFW...almost.
Well...we didn't get very far, landing a short time later just a few miles away. So, since we are here another day, we give a phone call to Skinnydipinacid (who lives nearby and is one of the BL Rag's editors), and ask him to show us the sights. He is a rather perceptive fellow and knows just what tickles our fancy, so, without a second thought, he takes us to a club that houses the Quad Cities Burlesque:
While waiting for the airport to re-open, we run into these ladies, who are headed to another nearby regional airfield to make their flight. They offer us a lift, and seeing their professional attire, we follow along, figuring we are in good hands...
We had left off in New Orleans, which is some distance away, so rather than drive, we decide to catch a flight south. But, the airport is closed for a spell, having to deal with an airplane flown by a student pilot who isn't quite sure how to attain level forward flight.
Having returned to the present time, we hope to resume our journey eastward, but first we need to find out where we are. After briefly questioning of some of the locals, we learn that we are in the metropolitan area known as the Quad Cities, which encompasses Davenport and Bettendorf in Iowa, and Rock Island, Moline, and East Moline in Illinois...