tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422299.post1700511485318796487..comments2023-08-23T23:53:58.164-04:00Comments on <a href="http://paulstokes.blogspot.com">The Stokes Kith and Kin Community Blog</a>: Sanibel: As I Remember ItUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422299.post-67537630024360574302007-03-09T13:46:00.000-05:002007-03-09T13:46:00.000-05:00Mary, I have no clue what year it was. I would th...Mary, I have no clue what year it was. I would think it was before 1990. Maybe one of my kids can come up with some date. Your mom is good with that too!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422299.post-63285937557487123262007-03-09T11:48:00.000-05:002007-03-09T11:48:00.000-05:00What year did this trip happen? (I'm trying to ve...What year did this trip happen? (I'm trying to verify the veracity of the "Mary was chewing on a my little pony" detail.)maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16189858723557212396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422299.post-80936494562596297592007-03-09T08:06:00.000-05:002007-03-09T08:06:00.000-05:00Funny post, Walter! I must make a few corrections...Funny post, Walter! I must make a few corrections, though. First, Grandmother Crocker was along with us, so we actually had one more person than we had seat belts. I think someone had a comfortable ride on the bulge over the tire.<BR/><BR/>The aerobie was lost on our first stop of the day - while we were still on the causeway heading to Sanibel - when Macon sent Jason's new aerobie sailing into the gulf. (In retrospect this was probably a bad sign and we should have turned back at that point!)<BR/><BR/>We had packed a picnic lunch to enjoy on the beach. I think we finally found what seemed to be the only available place to stop on the island around 1pm in the unfinished parking lot of a strip mall that was still under construction. We enjoyed a cozy picnic in our packed van.<BR/><BR/>Around mid-afternoon we were lucky to drive by the beach parking lot just as someone else was leaving so the parking lot attendant let us in. We had a brief stroll on the beach while Mary Ann looked for some shells.<BR/><BR/>Then we rejoined the traffic gridlock to look for a restaurant for dinner. Walter had that about right - I think the restaurants were accepting only breakfast reservations at that point.<BR/><BR/>By the time we had inched our way off the island and found a place to get some food it was around 9pm and we were on I-75 in Bonita Springs. I think it was Sbarro's pizza, and I had forgotten that it made Macon sick.<BR/><BR/>It was around 11, I think, when we returned home - a car full of not-altogether-happy campers. For years afterwards all we had to do was mention the word Sanibel to send Walter running for his room screaming something about never going to Sanibel again as long as he lived.<BR/><BR/>I have to give Mary Ann credit for one thing, though. If we had stayed in Miami that day we probably would have no memory anymore of that visit of theirs. As it is we now have this glorious collective family memory!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422299.post-30471548439640746252007-03-09T03:12:00.000-05:002007-03-09T03:12:00.000-05:00I think it was Naples. Of course, I wasn't there....I think it was Naples. Of course, I wasn't there. I just heard this from Mom. Time after time over the years. I heard this from Mom. When I look back on my life and think of the memorable decisions I have made, not going on this trip was one of the best.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422299.post-24489282959512260642007-03-09T01:31:00.000-05:002007-03-09T01:31:00.000-05:00Florida City? Wrong coast, Walt. That's on the w...Florida City? Wrong coast, Walt. That's on the way to the Keys, not Sanibel.maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16189858723557212396noreply@blogger.com