Beau is very happy that he connected with his old friends here in Spring Hill. First, we had dinner with Tom and Kathleen Meehan. Tom was in Beau's high school band, "The Nomads," and Kathy and Beau have known one another since grammar school -- more than 40 years. They all had a lovely time catching up. Such a nice couple.
Unfortunately, I forgot to take any photos and we are both bummed about that!
Next, Beau managed to find Carl Schott, his guitar player from his second band, "The Rhythm Method" (when he was all grown up). Carl and his wife Ilona joined us for a lunch at Bob Evans. They all reminisced and laughed about younger days. A fun duo, and full of life. Here is a photo of the two of them that I filched from their Facebook page (since once again we forgot to take a photo).
OK, about Spring Hill - kind of a snooze. But what the heck is a pink dinosaur doing here along the highway? Beats us. But had to get a photo.
There is also a curiosity of sorts within our park. They have a great nature trail for walking that we are enjoying every day, but at the end of the trail, near the natural spring pool, we saw this:
It is tough to make out, but this is a grave with a pair of sneakers placed at the end, and two markers. One says Rest in Peace. The other says. "Here lies Fred, he lost his head."
Hmm. This is a weird place, methinks.
Off to the excitement that is Weeki Wachee...
Tanks, Panky
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