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| I arrived on the northern outskirts of Gulfport. Dr. Ray was pidling with his bike and I took a deep breath. I was early and expected to have to wait while he proceeded to his procedure. NO. He was ready to go except that his GPS color monitor's color was off a shade, much to his disgruntalness. I talked him through it explaining that when we get older colors change a bit. He bit and away we went . Our first stop was an old POW camp. That's "prisoner of war" for any Martians out there. They appeared to be really nice cement fighting cock houses to me. The Doc would have made some comment if I'd revealed my observation. |
| Good horses, stay. |
| Dr. Ray rides on as I took a picture of an old Coke truck in the middle of a field. There's a story here and some people are just afraid to ask or notice. Actually, I collect Coke pictures for my adoring Coke addict wife. |
| Ray missed this one. It reminded me of an Easter Egg sitting so shiny and perfect. It was abandoned. It looked great. It had the Cayote on it's side. Was it a Roadrunner? Think it was. The good doctor was waiting. |
| Very close to this Magnolia nursery was the home of one Doc's realtives. |
| Down at the turn I stopped to shoot this watermellon patch. Now you know where they come from. Jump that fence and Farmer Brown will shoot and powder your behind with rock salt, I know. |
| Doc had a good time telling me we were going to the Mobile Zoo, I cringed. He was my host and I tried to just be mellow and chill out. I did not want to go to Mobile. I've been to Mobile. I didn't want to walk around a zoo inhaling elephant sweat. He delivered me to the only entrance to the Mobile Zoo which is off a dirt road. Mobile does not have a public zoo. A pivate individual has built himself one and offered it to the public. Ray sent a picture later and he was telling the truth. Sometimes pictures are required and he knows it. But, it was closed on Monday. A car pulled up and the fellow ask for information. I gave him the whole rap that the Doc had given me. I tried out my version of Alabama Twang, also. He looked at me strangely and I told him I was from Australia. |
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