First stop was a lunch with relatives in
Tampa. But I forgot to take pictures. Sorry Jim
and Sylvia and Tommy and Karen and Heather. Great
lunch, though. I stopped at Hugo's and picked up eight
Cuban sandwiches and Sylvia had collard greens and bean soup
and sweet tea and we just had a fine time. Then I
drove to Tallahassee and got there just before dark.
And I looked up Craig Stelle, brilliant
student artist and Star Wars fan. But I forgot to get
pictures of Mrrov and the Muuurghette. I wasn't
thinking too well the first day out. Mrrov is lovely
and the Muuurghette is every bit as cute and smart as he
says. Take my word for it.
But as you can see, we did pay tribute to
Porkins by chowing down on some excellent Mexican food that
was just across the street from Craig's house, and down a
few blocks and across the intersection and left a ways and
right again and on a mile or two. Very close.
Just across the street.
Plates are clean. Yum.
Here's proof that Muuurgh has a Porkins figurine
hanging almost as tastefully as fuzzy dice from his Jeep's rearview mirror.