26 September 2013
Despite forecasts to the contrary, the rain hadn’t abated by Thursday morning. After breakfast I decided to visit some former residences. Top photos were taken in 2013, while the bottom photos were taken in 1998.
Cottage at 726 1/2 Grove St. St. Petersburg is replete with these structures on alleys. If you’re renting, this is a true Florida way to go. They amount to stand-alone studio or 1-bdrm apartments. They’re not especially well built, and this cottage had jalousie windows, making it unpleasantly cold in the winter. I lived here for a couple of years. This was the site of the only drive-by shooting I’ve been involved in. A couple of jackasses fired into the cottage from the alley with a .22 while I was watching TV in the main room. I wasn’t injured, but the window was shattered and the bookcase took a hit. The investigating officer said they were gunning for the guy next door. Nice.
Garage apartment in the Old Northeast neighborhood. This is the last place I lived in St. Petersburg. When I lived here there was a telephone pole with a transformer where the electrical service conduit is now (and in the 1998 photo). This is significant because lightning hit the transformer while I was watching TV in the living room, putting me less than fifteen feet from a lighting strike. It was impressive.
After the little trip down memory lane, I went and did laundry. While this was going on, I noticed blue skies to the west. Could it be? Might I get some beach time in after all?
I drove out to 34th street, and then south to 54th Ave. S. There’s a toll on this road to St. Pete Beach, but the best beaches (and bars) are here, and I didn’t want to waste time futzing down Gulf Blvd. Well butter my toast and call me crazy; there was sunshine! Wooh effing hoo!
After eating and mellowing, I hit the beach.
This was unexpected. Beach erosion is an ongoing problem, and apparently these large tubes have been placed to prevent or reduce the need for beach re-nourishment.
I spent some time walking through the surf looking for shells. I knew that the chances of finding a good shell were slim and none, but it was nice to have my feet in the water and the sun on my back. I did find a bench to sit and sunbathe on, but I have Northwest pasty skin, so 20 minutes was all I could reasonably do.
View from the bar apres beach. I fielded some calls from clients here. They don’t have to know I’m chillin’ in a bar on the Florida Gulf Coast. But doing business does detract from the ‘vacation’ aspect.
Back into town to take care of business needs, then got a room at the El Rio motel, the first place I stayed when I moved to St. Petersburg in 1986. Other than improved landscaping, it hasn’t changed at all. I went downtown to wander around Flora Wylie park.
A blue heron.
A white egret.
I wandered around the artsy-craftsy downtown shops, then headed to the Three Birds pub for dinner and the Rays game.