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... through the Mangroves out into the lake. Little crabs darted away as we came. Another trail, the Mud Flat Trail, took us along the mud flats. We climbed the 5 story tower to get a really nice view of the area. There are 2 other longer trails that allow one to learn more about the mangrove ecosystem and give nice views of the Intercoastal Waterway.
You can also canoe or kayak through the mangroves or on the lake. We rented a 2 man kayak for an hour and ...
... night or the next. I was really disappointed but he was making it seem like he would get in trouble for talking to me at all. I knew that some crew members could spend time after work with passengers, but others could not. Istvan was making it seem like he was in the second category, so of course I said I understood and went to find my new friends from dinner. I spent the rest of the evening laughing and meeting new people. The girls from Wisconsin were like magnets and men ...
... refuse where the gooky cotton was stored!
The preparation for new clients
required manual cotton replacement.., generally starting the procedure with
eight of these held in one hand.., you may be relieved to hear, when he
replaced the cotton tips.., at least he thought enough to wipe his hands on his
GROCERY STORES, “Huanying Guanglin”
The indoor grocery store concept is
exactly the ...
... That’s my buddy, Cruddy Mike.
It must be noted here that Cruddy in 2010, holds a speed record in the quarter mile on a motorcycle and routinely does this in competitions around the country. Does anyone think I had him figured out back then?
Things happened to some of my friends that inspired me to write something about it as a way of dealing with the pain and loss associated with our mortality.
I thought about this a lot back then ...
... furniture and pictures and the big pine box I made, full of everything I’ve ventured.
Where is the stereo, the refridge, the T.V. and my cowboy boots, I’ve had since I was three?
Where are all those “heavy” logs, we notched together from the trees,…“what are they going to do with me now”? I was already a “mess” before,… just give me back my thousand dollars and keep those pitchers ...