The man feeding the birds on the pier is Gerry. He and I got to talking. Gerry buys stale bread by the rack from an outlet. This weather is hard on the birds. The ice squeezes their habitat smaller. This is me being Captain Obvious. I told him about my di-icer on my birdbath.
I knew there was an indoor swimming pool at the Best Western, so I borrowed Gram's bathing suit. How dorky is that? At least it was a suit, even though it was, uh, a little big.
We took the scenic route home. Just a heavenly good time.