Seven things I didn't know last Sunday

I got this message from someone on facebook "Are you the same Lynellen **** who lived in Sherman, TX as a child? Served as a consultant in Iraq?"
There is another Lynellen out there cause that aint me. She even has the same maiden name.

The GPS is useless in the Florida Keys.

It takes less than a tank of gas to to the Florida Keys and back.

I didn't find one clock to take a photo of in all my wanderings in the Keys. Maybe its cause they are on Island Time.

The kid that lives above me is so loud I didn't realize a major storm was outside until a warning came over the TV. I either couldn't hear it for the galloping over my head or I assumed the noise was the galloping over my head.

Clogging is alive and well at Alabama Jacks.

I know a lot of you were asking about Roberta after her fall. She sent a message on Meet-up:
"Dear Fellow Bikers,
To those of you who were there on Sunday, June 28, I would
like to say thank you for all of your kind words of
encouragement. It really helped to soothe and calm me at a
very difficult time. (Especially the women that told me my
face looked good even though it really didn't. I appreciated
the comments anyhow.) I also appreciate the visits, phone
calls and emails.
I will be going into surgery on Monday, July 13 to permanently
set the leg and shoulder, and will have a recovery period.

George and Phil,
Thanks so much for your support and all you do for the Group.
Sincerely,
Roberta