Cool Blogger: BIG TITS ROUND ASSES got up and brought out a pitcher of the rum drinks and a bucket of ice and refreshed everyone's drinks. When he finished topping off Goldie's drink he looked at her and said, "Goldie, I do want to take you and Ted out in the morning for a try at a Grand Slam on the flats. Fly, spinning or bait casting?"
"What is a Grand Slam on the flats?"
Tag grinned, "Bonefish, Permit and Tarpon in one day."
Goldie smiled up sweetly at him. "Fly rod if you please, as long as Ted can coach me."
Tag laughed, "Good girl. You will do."
We all talked for hours, we got caught up on each others lives and vowed to stay in closer touch with each other. Fred and I didn't know we were now living only about ten miles apart. He and his son were into aircraft restoration too. They had restored a Grumman Duck that I was dieing to see. Fred couldn't believe I owned the old Goose he had seen in the air. He had been trying to find out who owned it. We exchanged phone numbers and E-mail addresses and made a lunch date at my place the following week. Jessie and Goldie were delighted to find out we were practically neighbors. They sat and talked with their heads together for quite a while. Fred and I decided they were discussing the care and feeding of old farts. They came and sat with us. They told us they were planning a trip to the Saw Grass Mall in Fort Lauderdale when Jenny Delaney asked if she could meet them there. PD's girlfriend, Amy, said she wanted to go too.