Tuesday, October 7, 2003
At 8:00 a.m. I went swimming for the zillionth and last time of
the trip. Why would anyone go to the beach when there's a nice
lovely pool right outside the door where nothing can eat you and
you won't get yucky salt and gritty sand imbedded in your
never-you-mind.
One last swim
Gerald tried once again to indoctrinate Tom in his Ponzi scheme,
and then we left our Puerto Rican home away from home. We topped
off ole Smoky with gas and returned it to Hertz. We had driven a
total of 570 miles. You can cover a lot of ground on an island in
570 miles.
We arrived in Knoxville at 6:47 p.m., and I proceeded to use my
newly-acquired aggressive driving skills to get us to a Mexican
restaurant in record time for some much-needed tacos, almost always
our first stop when returning home.
Until next time, adios and buen viaje!
Parting shot
THE END.
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