Sunday Drivers

For the first time in our greater neighborhood explorations we drove East instead of North or West--to Panama City and Bingo Paradise. If huge and fast is your idea of heaven, BP is IT! The joint seats 300 people (at least) and the callers can't be bothered to utter a letter, it's all 17-69-3-45-72-44-27-19-18-53-go-go-go. We kinda liked it, just for the challenge, and last Sunday S won a bingo, while this Sunday, E won two! It's a long way to go to play, so won't be a regular feature of our lives, but there's also the lure of the allegedly best bagels in the panhandle (stayed tuned, for they're closed on Sunday), so we will return. While in search of The Bagel Maker, we floundered around a bit in old PC neighborhoods, resplendent in huge live oaks draped in some serious Spanish Moss. Purty.

On the way home from our first visit we stopped at the parking lot of The Museum Of Man In the Sea, with In being the operative word. Lordy.

On the way home from our second visit there were bats aloft for long stretches of Hwy 98, as if we were near the site of an emergence. So far we can't find anything definitive about the who or where of bats in the panhandle: so much more to learn!