A few weeks ago when mom and dad were down, we went over to Swansboro for lunch at the Icehouse. The village is at the mouth of the Oak River, and there are fishing and shrimping and pleasure boats up and down the river.



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Outside the restaurant we came across a pirate--there are plenty of those around here--who was swashbuckling the sunny day away.
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Mom and I checked out the shops after lunch, and we came across this gentleman, who was jaywalking with his lady and not caring in the least. Nobody else minded, either.
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Back at the ranch, I had my parents'd dog (the night watchman) out for a walk along the dunes. Buddy declined the photo op, so I caught a picture of the flowers in the sand.
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Our World Tuesday