One of Bruce's favorite things in the world to do is to walk the docks. We went onto each of the piers checking out the attributes of the boats there. It's so amazing the number of boats that look like no one ever sails them.
We saw a cormorant auditioning for the next bronze statue commission.
We saw these in the window of one of the bait shops. How can we overcome these stereotypes when I keep encouraging this behaviour?
Bruce was very good. He wore a backpack to carry all of our treasures. He bought a cool new hat.
There were exhibits on sunken ships from the 1800's with actual items brought up from the found wreck and a scale replica.
There were exhibits on pirates, the Navy, steam ships, oil tankers, fishing... everything you could think of. Bruce played with a working wheel that gave a real life feeling of what it was like to bring the ship around. 
I always wanted one of these channel cans to display in the atrium.
She and Mark had rented a house in Key Alegro where they had a big family Thanks-giving. Their daughter Susan had already gone home and Sally was in Cambodia (of all places) but the rest of the family was still there. We had a great time with them. Lucas, the nephew had spent all day producing some fabulous ribs.
After the dinner, I sat down with them to watch the game. It was some time before I asked Bruce if I had missed something... Why were the Cowboys wearing black and orange instead of blue and white. Everyone laughed at me... it was the Oklahoma State Cowboys. Oh well... I got points for trying. One by one, the family drifted off to their beds. When the game was over, it was just us with Mark and Brenda. The drove us home to the boat where we spent another peaceful cozy night in the V-berth. It finally got cold.
We closed the museum down at 4 pm and went back to the boat for a quick power nap. We were being picked up at 5 o'clock by our friend Brenda.
There was a football game going on and they were all interested in the outcome. I can't begin to keep up with the intricacies but it was important to everyone there but me.
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