Must be something in Gosling's Rum that fuels conviviality.
In addition to some other folks who cut out before we took the photo, I was joined by an old fishing buddy, a debonair restaurant critic, my cousin Helene, the man behind the world-famous Skipper's Smokehouse, several new friends (one them named LaDonna, like the place where Zack Chasteen lives), a fourth-grade teacher, a famous chef, a writer for a local newspaper and two rogue author pals, Jim Sheehan, second from the left (his "Mayor of Lexington Avenue" just came out this in mass market p-back) and, next to Jim, Tom Corcoran, author of the Alex Rutledge/Key West mysteries, bartender to Jimmy Buffett and one prince of a guy.
A good time, as they say, was had by all...but man, it was a long drive back to O-do on I-4.
2 comments:
I am going to try to come today to Borders unless there is another major natural disaster. Peace.
Rum and Tom Corcoran...only missing one "pirate" from Cayo Hueso and the party would be complete. I wish I could be there!
Mark
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