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Thursday, November 17, 2011

To Fernandino Beach

From Cumberland, I continued on to Fernandina Island, where I pulled into a marina, with howling winds, to meet Kenny Richards tomorrow, who will ride south with me for a day. 



I remember coming to Fernandina Beach in 1989, and the guys from the Dredge McFarland insisting I come and eat lunch with them in the first time I’d been in a bar in my life.    It is the oldest bar in Florida, and the wood, ceiling, and floor are historical.  I walked up and ate a hamburger as I reflected. 

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