Conch Horns

Every day, just as the sun goes below the horizon, several people in the harbor blow conch shell horns. There seems to be more each day. Better than bagpipes.
Steve took his troubled outboard up to a Mercury dealer on Islamorada. It was a fuel problem as we suspected. And as some of you suspected, the high speed fuel injector was bad. Must be a common problem. His motor only had 45 hours on it. Mercury paid for the part--Steve paid the labor. At least he got it back today before leaving for Marco tomorrow. We went out fishing with them again today. Sharks and large ladyfish.
I think we will stay here until after the Super Bowl. They bring a projection TV into the meeting room of the marina and have a party. (The weather here also influenced that decision)
Talked with the folks from Southport again today. They're living on a Freedom sailboat. I remember seeing their boat when it was on Lake Monroe in Indiana. They have removed the diesel engine and replaced it with an electric engine. Diesel free.
Yesterday, while touring the harbor in our dinghy, we saw a sailboat from Bippus, Indiana. We stopped alongside and knocked, but no answer. We may try again later.
Yes Dawg, we have a full moon here also. I've attached a couple of photos for you so you don't have to go out in those single digit temps at home to look at it.
Vera, Chuck, and Dave are not really my grandchildren. They're characters in a Beatles song. And speaking of birthdays...........Happy Birthday to you Kindra--my favorite daughter. (Yes I know........you're my only daughter too. Doesn't make you any less special.)