It is now Thursday afternoon. A beautiful 24 hours in beautiful Naples, FL. Leaving St. Pete reminded me of what it must have been like for Noah, when the flood came. I was as wet as a rat, my straw hat will never be the same, and most of our belongings were rather damp;  we did, however, make it safe and sound. Our stopover in Fort Myers was a fun time, as I have many of memories of that town. My maternal grandmother lived there most of her life. Her grandfather,Emanuel Gonzalez, founded Fot Myers (might have been her grandfather). I actually found her old house. Anyway, I love Naples, and also have many wonderful memories from my childhood. As most of you know, I love food, so I am busy trying to locate the places where the locals eat. By the way, many of these folk must have more money than God! With that I think I will take a brief snooze . . .