Brian’s PhotoPile

As I mentioned in the last post, I rode down to Florida with John. John offered to pay my expenses in exchange for doing most the driving of a fifteen foot Budget rental truck loaded with artwork to be sold through a agent in St. Petersburg. With the cab loaded with an ice chest full of food and water, a boom box with plenty of CD’s we trucked on down there. I probably could have taken photos of all the rest stops and gasaterias, but didn’t seem interested. On reflection I wish I had. Even in St. Petersburg I only took photos on my walk along the beach and from our room. But I did take a few photos that John requested. He had reasons for wanting each one. The signage just outside of our lodgings’ parking lot provided three pictures: John in the path of a small flying fire truck; John, aka Scoop, holding one of his favorite treats; and the I scream for ice cream yell. The other three where taken by the Salvador Dali museum: Dali and John together; wiped out on melting bench; and rejuvenated by the hostess at the neighboring cabana. We went there for lunch, great food, and John received the beads as part of the national Pirate’s Day festivities.