It’s pretty quiet out here on the southern Outer Banks. There is not much going on and almost feels like we’re in one of those end-of-the-world-movies. The one exception is on the sound on the west side of this little stick of sand. The waters are full of people kite boarding and kite surfing and most of the stores catering to that crowd are wide open and busy. And of course they carry a few t-shirts. I saw this one and had to have it. I was holding back, I really don’t need another t-shirt. Marilyn’s comment was “come on Larry, it’s your t-shirt. If Sheila was here she would buy it for you.”
So I bought it. Thanks for the shirt Sheila.Oh and by the way, you owe me 30 bucks.
We got a call the other day from good 50 friends Jason and Gord. These guys are new full-time RVers who just this summer sold their house and moved into their motorhome. They were parked at 50 Point and are heading back there in the spring. They are now out enjoying their first full winter south.
We told them of our schedule and we agreed to hook up somewhere. Yesterday about 3 our phone rings: It’s Gord. “What time is happy hour” he asks.
“How about 4 o’clock?” we respond.
These guys are crazy funny and real genuine friends. If they happen to show up in your park some day you’ll want to knock on their door and tell them Marilyn & Larry sent you. You’ll recognize their Ontario license plates. They call themselves the Spicy Boys. They’ve even started a blog. Why not drop over and give them a read
“There is nothing better than a friend, unless it is a friend with chocolate.” Linda Grayson