Sugar had a plan.
He wanted to go back to Beaufort and take a tour of the John Mark Verdier House, get some lunch, and run some errands.
It was also a bittersweet time of celebration and panic, for Sugar had just had a birthday, and also. He. Retired.
Not quit. Retired.
He practiced saying, “But I’m on a fixed income.” To which I counter, “Oh, not me, I’m loaded.” Yes, yes, retired people, you are not the only people whose income is stagnated.
Back to Beaufort.
We went back to the Post Office turned Restaurant, the Lowcountry Produce place on Carteret.
Sugar got a fried shrimp Po Boy, ’cause he is feeling Po-ish.
That’s a Caesar salad with anchovies, which is the standard, and a slice of tomato pie, which is like a layered dish, like lasagna, except with tomatoes and cheeses, in a pie crust. It is some kind of crazy goodness.
Then we put more money in the meter, even though we suspected that the parking might be free since it was Labor Day, and we headed over to the John Mark Verdier House.
The entry fee for the tour was $10 each, and lasted about 45 minutes. It was a pleasant piece of history. We were not allowed to touch anything or take any photographs.
After the tour, I asked our guide if I could take a photo of the Saltus/Habersham/MANN house out the window, if I placed the camera against the glass. She agreed that I could.
And that right there was worth ten dollars.
On the way home, I turned onto the road which leads to my road, and I saw a piece of tire rubber near the center of the road. As I went past it, I realized that it was NOT a piece of tire rubber, but a snake. I turned around, and took a photo.
You can guess that I am bravely holding the camera out the window. From a very distant distance.
My scientist cousin Diane says this is a timber rattler, and not to piss it off. That should be no problem at all for me.
Do timber rattlesnakes eat cats? I think not.