"Now which way do we go?"--Dorothy Gale
The sky is blue and clouds are white.
The air is clean.
And oh by golly it's almost Christmas and there isn't a snowflake in sight.
For this thorn bird visiting from New York, it's just another day in Paradise.
I drive Buena Vista Boulevard north, past Arnold Palmer Legends Country Club.
I head to Lynnbrook, pass Bonnybrook. Along the way I stop and read my copy of The Daily Sun. No free mug today. Only thing in my newspaper bin is, uh, newspapers.
After that, I pass gate to The Village of Bridgeport, steer Putt-Putt, Putt-Putt is my small white golf cart, through a tunnel, and before I know it, I am snapping pictures of grown men doing a golf cart tailgate thing playing with remote sailboats.
I snap photos and ask names.
A gentleman, George, is from Staten Island, NY, living in The Village of Amelia; Bob is from Antwerp, NY, just moved to The Village of Bonnybrook two weeks ago; Jay is from Seattle, living In the Village of Poincienna six years, and a man swearing he's George Washington from Mount Vernon.
Last week I met Santa Claus. Today it's George Washington. Dear diary, in The Villages, anyone can be anything they want to be. I'm just saying.
I make my way to The Villages Public Library at Belevedere and I manage to get a copy of "Leisureville," by Andrew D. Blechman.
I spend rest afternoon sitting golf-cart side, sunning and reading.
Does The Villages got a club where people get together and just sit and read?
By the looks of the activities listed large as a Manhattan phone book, most likely it's a club of one. Me.
Here are some photos I snapped today. Hope you enjoy viewing them as much as I enjoyed snapping them.
Until this time next time, see you in print,
Linda Della Donna
|This is the spot I pulled over and this is the bench I sat on and read The Daily Sun. Some view, huh? I'm just saying.|
|All benches are dedicated to the memory of a passed loved one.|
|You remember Moo-Moo. Moo-Moo is my traveling companion. Here's Moo-Moo waiting patiently while keeping Putt-Putt's motor running.|
|Ooops, there goes another golf cart down Arnold Palmer Legends Golf Course.|
|In The Villages, special lanes are created especially for golf carts only. Golf carts are not allowed on major highways.|
|Wonderful decorations on a home at the corner of Crawford and Haretson in Lynnbrook.|
|Meet Melinda and John. I caught them admiring the Merry Christmas decorations.|
|That's Dan down by the lakeside sailing his remote boat.|
|It's called "Model Yachting" and the members are "Ashland Pond Sailors."|
|Model Yachting club members, everyone a captain of humor, meet (l-r) George, George Washington is seated, Bob, and Jay.|
|The Villages Public Library at Belevedere.|
|No evening is complete without a stop at Lake Sumter for a little music.|
|This writer caught the beautiful Smith family, visiting from Summerfield, spreading holiday cheer at Sumter Square. l-r, Baby Trenton, Mom Tasha, Brylee and Will.|
|This evening's entertainment was "Cheers," featuring the Fabulous Judy Soto.|
|These golf carts come in all sizes, shapes and colors, and as you can see, people really have fun.|
|Note the Christmas tree in the trunk.|
|And for all you Boston fans out there...this one's for you.|
|Say goodnight Linda. Goodnight Linda.|
"Our best thoughts come from others."--Ralph Waldo Emerson
Make a spot to write. It can be a closet, a corner in a room, it can even be a pull-out drawer under your bed. Personalize it and treasure it. Make it your own writing space.