Now N Then

From the display of planes at the entrance to Tyndall AFB

We called them fastmovers. F-4 Phantoms

I hit publish instead of inserting a picture. Here are the pictures of Corams.

Last night was the second to last night here so it was PoFolks for dinner  for six and then Jokers for eight. The women won but not by much. Today is our last day. Breakfast at Corams for four. Then Church. Then getting ready to go. And then Golden Corral for six for dinner. Below is Corams. The food is actually very good as long as you don’t look at the cooking area.

More from the party

This tie flashes

Always ready to party

Ron and Peggy, the camp hosts

The wearing of the green. Corned beef and cabbage. Green Cupcakes. About 50 attendees. And a band.

great T shirt

Roy is a high 70’s low 80’s golfer who hits a long ball. Once a year I outdrive him.

I outdrove Roy

The gator is back on the 7th hole

Last Thursday wight of us had dinner at Rodeo’s which had a Bluegrass band for 3 hours during dinner. And they do not kick you out after dinner so we got there at 5 PM and stayed until 8PM. Good stuff.

 In 7 years we had never seen gators in this spot behind the 8th tee although we had heard that a gator had lived there years ago. On Sunday we saw this guy.

Sunday was a busy day. Breakfast at Corems (have to face away from the cooking area), Church, nap, Golf (95). On the eighth hole we saw our first gators on the course this year(more later). The real excitement was on the 18th fairway. A wild Tom Turkey and his ladies were crossing the fairway in front of us. I asked John if he knew the mating call of a turkey and he said:”As a matter of fact I do”. He then proceeded to whistle some nonsense and right before our eyes the Tom Turkey got attentive, faced us and started walking towards Roy. I started to take pictures while the Tom suddenly got aggressive and tried attacking Roy who got out a club and tried to run off the Tom with his golf bag. Then the Tom decided he didn’t like his picture taken so he came after me. I traded in my camera for a golf club and started banging it on my bag. Finally, ole Tom left.

That is Roy’s leg behind his golf bag