Day One Hundred and Three

The Shopping. The Dinner. The Ticket.

Here's how the day went: I shopped, they lounged. Adam with his guitar, mom with her book, me with the Raptor. I drove up and down the Interstate to finish my list, and at last, it's all done. When I finally got home with my bags full of goodies, we three amigos headed out for a waterfront dinner at Guanabanas; where the famous Alan Jackson recorded his hit "It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere." With the backdrop of the Jupiter Inlet just feet from our table, we enjoyed a peaceful night outside, celebrating the company of family and friendship, while the sun set afar (I should have taken this picture before dinner and not after! Doh!). On our return trip home, Adam's adrenaline peaked as he was dealt his first ticket: by a flash of bright light. The roads here in Jupiter are very wide, with a typical speed limit of 45 MPH, and rather long yellow lights. But when you're going 45 and the yellow light changes red faster than expected, a ticket is certainly on its way. Because 6,000 pound trucks don't stop on a dime. In a split second decision, he concluded that skidding to a stop wasn't as safe as going through the light. So he gunned it to 52, we "sped" through the intersection, and the picture they took ought to be here next week with a bigfat fine attached to it. Hopefully we'll squeeze some sympathy out of the judge and walk away with a reduced ticket, but if Jupiter is anything like the law enforcement system in Pullman, every last penny will be squeezed out of us instead. Bah, Humbug!