I was up at Patuxent River NAS earlier this week for equipment testing, and our equipment decided to take on a mind of its own, and did something totally unexpected and whacky. So...off the helicopter it came, and they (the powers that be!) wanted it shipped pronto back down to Florida. Knowing that I don't mind long drives, they asked me to escort that puppy down in a big GO Penske Truck. Woohoo! No dealing with TSA and missing flights! So...off I go this AM, passing through Richmond (home of Phillip Morris), North and South Carolina. I was tempted to stop at "South of the Border" but didn't. When I stopped to get gas, I found my cigarettes were $10 a carton cheaper than in Florida, so I stocked up. As I passed the exit to Myrtle Beach, i said "hello" to Beach Pony. I also had a couple swear words for Dave Sandborn, but since I didn't know exactly what exit off I95 was right, I just swore all the way down.
Right now, I'm 33 miles North of Savannah, having found a hotel room to share with my good friend, Old Grand Dad. Should be back in Panama City tomorrow afternoon.
Right now, I'm 33 miles North of Savannah, having found a hotel room to share with my good friend, Old Grand Dad. Should be back in Panama City tomorrow afternoon.