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Mark and Mike Go To Florida - Part 2

Brendan and Mark
Mark regaling us with skills that helped pay for college tuition.
Who told the joke?
Mackenzie and Drew
Brendan, Nancy and Rachel


Day two of our journey was a breeze. Off early and through Atlanta at around 6:30 am. Our plan worked to perfection since we zipped through the city without any problem. Greta, our English accented Garmin assisted Mark (because I conned him into driving through Atlanta) but we really didn't need any. The drive through Georgia and Florida was uneventful and without problem. We had great weather both days and at 2:00 pm we were cruising through Tampa (because I conned him into driving) and on on to St. Petersburg.
After a quick emptying of the truck everyone gathered at Three Birds for supper, beer, rain and a few pool games. Joining in the fun were Brendan and Rachel, Mackenzie and Drew, and Nancy.
The next day we went to the beach and Mark had a chance to be a passenger for a change and relax.








Not Mark's plane, but saw this one taking off heading to the airport after dropping him off at Tampa International.

Mark it was a lot of fun riding down with you and although I am not proud of conning you to drive through the cities, I can live with myself. We haven't been that close together for that long since our carefree days in the womb. I really appreciate your sacrifice, expense and having to put up with me. It was an adventure to remember. Thank you so much.

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