Thursday, October 22, 2009

One Morning in St. Augustine.



Ok, so what's this got to do with printing? Simple. Nothing.

Well, almost. I would like to eventually put up a Letterpress Chappel in the Ancient City, since apparently it's about as far north as I'm gonna get ( I'd like to settle, eventually, way, waaaay up north in Macon Georgia or maybe even Chattanooga, but that's almost leaving the United States.)

You could call this installment "One Day in St. Augustine". Myself and venerable co-hort in crime, Alton Shady decided to wreak pestilence upon Flagler College by surprising my Daughter, a Fine Arts major there, for her Birthday. Although she was coming down that weekend, she had to stay up at the college over her actuall birthday due to her heavy course-load which kept her practically sealed in the design studios for days.

So Alton and I drove up to the Ancient City and gave Anna a casual call from the cell at around, uh, 7am. I asked her what she had planned for the day (unbeknownced to her, we were driving down King Street already!) - she replied "**yawn** I suppose . . . I'll go to the gym . . . or something . . "

"Do you think you could not do that this morning?" I asked

"?" ( Only Anna can do a "?" over the Telephone.)

"Yeah, 'cause were parking right now beside the Lightner."

"*** Squeak!!**** " and various other noises I'll assume to be happy sounds.

". . . I'll be right down in a minute!"

And so she did. And there we were, all gathered in the center of the lobby under the watchful gazes of Adventure, Discovery, Conquest, and Civilisation.

I like Adventure. She looks like Sarah Burnhart.

So, where do we go from here? Lets go to . . .

We'll dine-in.

So, off we went, traipsing down King Street, merrily skipping down side streets, playing tag across Cordova, laughing and frolicking in the early morning mist as we annoyed the general flow of traffic attempting to get to work. Eventually, we made it.


. . . much to the chagrin of the folks already inside eating and conversing in relative peace.

We didn't bring much in the way of money, so we had breakfast on the cheap.


"Mmm - mmm!" said Anna. "This jelly sure is good! I wonder what it would taste like if it were smeared on something?"


"Golly", said Alton. "Do you think the chap behind us would notice if we smeared some on his Bagels ?" His eyes glowed red in excited anticipation, which I neglected to edit out with the Red Eye correction tool.

"Why, why I don't know!" said Anna. "I'll call 4-1-1 and find out!"


And she did.


The Chap behind us didn't seem to be paying too much attention.

A pleasant time was had by all.

After a hearty breakfast, we went out by the sea wall to watch unemployed horse-cab drivers.


It was very educational, and we learnt some new vocabulary words.

As the morning wore on, we decided to take a stroll around the moat of the old Castillo. The air lay dense and heavy around the grand old Castle. . . .


. . . but apparently it wasn't dense enough, so we decided not to.


Anna giggled and said "Hey, Alton. Take a picture of me with your camera!"

"It's not my camera", replied Alton. "It's a baby squirrel."

"Oh", said Anna.

The shadows grew short, and so did our time. Alton had to get back to work before anyone noticed he was gone, and I still had to finish microwaving yesterday's lunch for dinner. So we all headed back to Flagler College to bid our farewells.


"Farewell, Anna!" said Alton.


"Godspeed to you!" Anna replied as she posed by a lifesized cardboard cut-out of her father for a convincing photo.


Anna's friend says "Godspeed", too.

The End.