This was my last day at Cape Canaveral and it sure was a good one. It was 63, light breeze, clear blue skies. So I played golf again. On the first tee a gator was in the pond staring at me. So I duck hooked my first shot onto the roof of the club house. My mulligan wasn't much better. There's just something about being stared at by a creature that can eat you if it wants to that gives me the jitters. You can see his eyes & nose in the pic.
Then I went for a long scooter ride back to Mo's Crab Heaven for another of the best crab cakes I've ever had. And they had ice cold Miller Lites for $1.25. I wanted the waitress to adopt me so I could stay there. It sure was fun.
Then there was the Tar Heels. I stayed up too late, drank too much & got let down by my guys once again, & in Clemson of all places. I'm sure my father was smiling down on that one, as he was a huge fan of the Tigers.