The only sign of hurricane winds is mom's shirtail blowing in the
breeze.
You can see some dark clouds from our table at Frenchy's, but we never had any
rain. I suppose these clouds rotated around the eye from the other side of Florida
and lost all their rain along the way.
We shared two appetizers. In the front, seared tuna rolled in sesame seeds on a bed
of lettuce with oranges, wasabi and soy sauce for dipping. In the back, an artichoke
and cheese dip with pita bread.
Hurricane Party
I almost experienced my first hurricane, but Fay weakened and missed us. No storm, but mom and I decided to have a hurricane party anyway -- at Frenchy's on Clearwater Beach.