Foggy Sunday





One day, after church, we decided to visit a battleship. 

As one will. 





It was grey, cold, and foggy. The decks and stairs were terrifyingly slippery. 


This is the “breathtaking” view of Mobile Bay promised from the deck. 

Ah, well, timing is everything. 



But John had fun. 


And the local Irish pub, which has a traditional music
session on Sundays, for 9 years, now, saved the day!

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