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Flashback Friday



Yes, well.  Longtime readers will recognize this Flashback from about 8 years ago.  While on Sunset Beach in Treasure Island I filmed this guy beachcomber.  Apparently is a well-liked local who likes to skirt the law and good taste with his strolls.  I didn't have the guts to film him from the front.  And I've never regretted that decision.






The USS Independence is one of the Navy's new-look fighting ships.  It was stationed in St. Pete harbor for a weekend about 5 years ago.  An awesome looking ship.  I was happy to make the effort to find her - like I always say - most good things happen by just showing up.




The Vinoy is a park in St. Pete that is home to all kinds of activities and people.  In this video there was a Bongo Martial Arts training, rehearsal or show going on.  Fascinating stuff.  You will never see this in downtown BFE.


And finally, I don't know which is more frightening, the spider or my dirty tub.  My scullery maid had the week off.  For a about a week we had to battle two Huntsman spiders at Shawshank.  One I got with my show after it migrated from the upstairs to the downstairs living room.  I was attempting to save not only my life but Norah's, too as I had just started to babysit.  In a nice long arcing toss clear across the room I let loose the hounds of war - my size 14 sneaker  and nailed him.  As for this guy, who was taunting me with his brazen "catch me if you can", he was captured by the current Mrs. Blythe, who seems to have a relatively fearless comportment around these things as well as snakes.  I call it "alt-weird".    


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