We played pickleball this morning so that we could go to supper with our friends Gloria and Eddie. They took us to The Fish Pond, a little hole-in-the-wall place on old US 75. Because of the name we figured that it would be a fish place, and there was a whole section of fried fish on the menu. However, there were lots of other selections, including
a wide selection of sandwiches and dinners like chicken fried steak (a staple in the south), and unusual entrees such as liver and onions. We really enjoyed our last visit (they are leaving on Sunday), and we are looking forward to meeting up with them in the future.
After Eddie and Gloria dropped us off, we behaved like true pickleball fiends. We hurried to the court where Paula, Tom, and Jane needed us to play with them. 1 1/2 hours later we went home for the night.
This was not our only activity today. After our morning pickleball games we did laundry. While we were waiting for our clothes to finish drying, we walked out the laundry door, across a grassy strip and onto the shuffleboard court. We played about 1/2 hour. Final score: Duane 72, Louise 11. At least this time I was on the right side of 0!
Since I have nothing else to report, I will leave you with this little bit of trivia: 250 years ago on April 8, 1766, the first fire escape was patented. It consisted of a wicker basket on a pulley and chain.
Ok, I'll tell you the answer to the Whodunit.
Mr. Baldwin was supposedly hit on the head and on the verge of passing out, in a dark room, but he somehow knows that the thief was using a sack made of silk. He has to be lying. In addition, if he had genuinely suffered head wounds violent enough to render him unconscious for several hours, he would be in the hospital, in a far more serious condition. Baldwin staged the break-in for the insurance payoff, and hoped to pin the guilt on one of his hapless employees.
Did you guess right?
Louise and Duane