In answer to the question, where might a girl stop to pick up a quick lunch, E said: maybe that chicken joint in Redfish Village we saw the other day? So as an experiment, we made a pitstop after doing a raft of errands last Saturday. Not a do-over except in case of an emergency. The chicken on the bone was okay (just), but the "tenders" that were substituted for actual wings in Elizabeth's box were next to inedible. Which meant, of course, that Sandy ate them and suffered for several hours afterwards. The biscuits couldn't stand up to sandwiching w/either form of meat and the sweet tea had a grim after-taste. The quick lunch question remains open. 
The folks at Krispy Kreme are not amused.
Over-engineering...
According to the clerk, the sandbags "are left over from Fay and now just decoration."
Ugh.
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