Every morning Robin takes Brutus and me for a long walk through the park. Its quite the journey as the park has three distinct sections totaling several hundred sites. A large majority of the people here are French-Canadiens from Quebec. I smile, they smile and heads are nodded as we pass. Not much more is said because they can’t speak English and I can’t speak French. It must be a bit tough for them. The scenery is quite beautiful but I’m finding it difficult to get into the holiday spirit. I blame it on geography. Spending decades in southwestern Pennsylvania, I equate Thanksgiving, the shopping season, and Christmas with chilled evenings, crisp mornings, snow and the occasional black ice on the roads. Not so here. With the palms and everything being so green I have to be reminded by television commercials that the festive season is upon us. On our walk yesterday we sauntered over some hills and dales and approached the wilderness side of I-4. Nearing the Bates RV dealership I wanted to share this photo with you of their retired Airstream trailers. The locals find it an eyesore, a junk yard. I find it art deco, reminding me of the buried Cadillacs along Route 66 in Arizona. See what you think.
The rest of the day was spent running some errands, finding our way around, and procuring some groceries. On the way home I suggested some BLT’s for dinner. That perked up my roommate. And then I realized I had no tomatoes. Just then I found a farm market along highway 60 and pulled in. Perusing around, I couldn’t pass up the boiled peanuts along with the tomatoes but then leaving the parking lot this trailer caught my eye. I’m a real succor for traveling food vendors. But more so a succor for barbecue. So I sent Robin off to Papa Doodles to decide her choice for take home. I walked over to talk to chef Earl, who allowed me some samples. Robin couldn’t decide but my taste buds determined that the brisket won hands down. The BLT’s can wait another day.