FOLIO OLIO: CAPTAIN'S LOG - SOMEWHERE IN LOUISIANA

Did not mount one of my tags at that hell hole my wife forced me to stay in last night in Panama City, Florida. After that experience I may never go into the state of Florida again.

I hate Florida so badly that I jumped on the Interstate and headed west just as fast as I could. Today I travelled across the panhandle of Florida, then through Alabama, Mississippi and am now about half way through Louisiana. The problem with traveling by Interstate is that I was forced to eat at a fast food restaurant for lunch.

I have talked the wife into making a list of things we want in a motel. They are (in no order of importance):

1. A smoking room (or a room with a balcony)

2. To be able to back my truck up to the door of my room.

3. FREE Wifi.

4. A nearby restaurant.

5. A pool (for her)

This motel tonight has everything, plus free happy hour and free sit down breakfast.

I even had a nap today. I have been napping for forty years and don't give them up without a struggle.

I really want to go down to New Orleans and see the globs of oil washing up, but I don't need to see that...my imagination of the event is depressing enough.

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