After spending the morning packing up the POD with furniture and stuff from my grandpap’s estate, my aunt accompanied me to The Shell Factory – a nearing 50-year old tourist trap in the northern outskirts of Fort Meyers.

My father tells me that in the early 60’s this place was basically a couple of quonset huts stuck together. Now it’s an entire compound complete with glass blower, bumper boats, waltzing water show, and more.

The place always has had a certain run-down forgotten vibe to it… It had this in the late 70’s when I was just a boy… It has it now as a middle-aged man.

Regardless…. it was the only destination I wanted to see… so we did.

My aunt says that in the last batch of hurricanes the “S” blew off of their big sign. I don’t know if I believe her – it sounds like one of those jokes my grandpa used to tell… He was a master of dry wit word-game.

Nonetheless – I giggled… got a few souvenirs and we were off.

Nonetheless – this still isn’t a blog.