Various and sundry

What a nice week - Jimmy's the best he's been in ages and ages, and we've had a ball, rambling around and exploring. Yesterday we went to Fort Clinch on the north end of the island.

Jimmy checks out the accommodations in the enlisted men's quarters,

and one of the latrines.

We were amused by a macabre flier, advertising the services of an undertaker. I especially liked the option of professional mourners for 30 cents a funeral. Jimmy told me to take a picture of it so he could email it to his old friend Tyson McLane, owner of Valdosta's funeral parlor.

This is the junk store to end all junk stores; I think it's called "The Swamp House." Suenelle Scruggs took me to several antique shops and art galleries the other day, all interesting places, but this one was in a category of its own. There, in the middle of all the rubble, I unearthed a couple of large egret paintings that are perfect for our porch here at the beach: $100 for the pair, which made me love them all the more.

Shell art abounds at the beach: boxes and picture frames, lamps and mirrors, but by far the best around is the mirror Suenelle made herself and has hanging in her foyer - spectacular. When told that it was her creation, Jimmy's response was, " I always knew you were crafty, Suenelle."