Home Sweet Home

We're home this evening after a quick trip to Florida. We had a wonderful time with our friends. Staying longer was not an option this time because Jilda had to get back to work.Last night we all went to Baytown which is an area within the Sand Destin Resort. It's a self contained village of shops, clubs, and restaurants. It's built in the style of New Orleans. We ate at a sidewalk cafe and drank cold beer as crowds of people walked by. It was a festive atmosphere.The aroma of baking pizza and other foods hung in the air and served as a guide to where we had dinner. We ordered a bucket of beer and a seafood pizza with crab meat, shrimp, scallops, and amberjack. As we sat there we could hear music coming from a nearby piano bar. This was no ordinary piano bar because they had two piano players who swapped songs. They had the crowd dancing. We stayed out late and took the shuttle back to the house.This morning we walked back down to Baytown and had breakfast at the Broken Egg in Baytown. They had some of the most interesting things for breakfast I've seen in a great while. I played it safe and had an Italian Omelet but Jilda had a crab meat omelet with onions and cheese. Our friend Wes had blueberry pancakes with a bowl of blackberry grits.....they do amazing things with grits.Our trip home was uneventful except for the quick side trip to the childhood home of Hank Williams Sr. which was in Georgiana, Alabama. From the looks of this house, his family was not dirt poor as I had lead myself to believe.I'm on vacation this week so it will be Up-and-Adam in the a.m. to get stuff done around the home place.....I have to agree with Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, there is no place like home.