This is brother Paul in Bradford, PA. Now we're back in Fla. We have lots of snow birds in Port St Joe. Mostly retired military, and today a friend from Wisconsin brought us some cheese. What a treat! While we were in upstate NY, we bought white cheddar, hot cherry peppers and hot Italian sausage. LA (translation, Lower Alabama) is a foodie's wasteland. Friends have tried to send us stuff packed in dry ice & even FedEx can't get it to us in time. It takes too long to get here & arrives spoiled. We did pig while on our trip. We were doing "death by diner" until it got a bit too literal for me. On the way home, I had an ambulance ride to a hosp in VA and a 2 night stay being treated for a heart abnormality. Yes indeed, I overdid it & I guess not being a teenager any more, I had to pay for play. What a bummer.
One of my sweet little families is staying for another week & just came in the office asking if they could pay me on Friday. I trust them. They'll come through. This afternoon I had a guy come in asking if I could beat the weekly rate at a motel down the road. I didn't like his attitude, so I gave him a high quote. This is essentially my home & I claim the right to screen my guests. That doesn't mean that I'm a great judge of character. I'm not. I've been burned plenty of times.
Speaking of diners, the West Chester Diner in PA is a gem. Scenes from the horror movie "The Blob" with Steve McQueen were filmed in the basement. However, the food is the star. Warning, servings are huge! The chef/owner partnered with Paul Prudhomme & what comes out of that kitchen is wonderful. Corned beef hash lovers should charter a plane.
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