Rainy day at the Ho-Hum. The amazing beauty we had been welcomed by the night before had given way to dark skies and wind blown rain. The sunset the night before was so beautiful that we set our alarm for 5:30 am so that we could check out the sunrise, but there was nothing to see. For the entire day. So we did laundry, played puzzle, and had some early afternoon beers while listening to the intense waves off the gulf.
The two great things about Carrabelle, Ho Hum's neighboring town: the county jail was located on Morality Lake Road, and they had a one good seafood restaurant open despite “the season.” This was Two Al's On the Beach, or, as Ward heard it, Two Al's. The food hit the spot, and Al junior stopped by our table to chat. Turns out he isn't even an Al, but an Angelo. “But Two Angelos On the Beach doesn't have the same ring,” he told us, “so we just used our initials. A L.” Ward told him that he had originally thought it was Two Owls, which, it turns out, wasn't so far off. About 2 years ago, two Horned Owls had nested in a tree right above the restaurant and had stayed long enough to raise two baby owls. News of the spread as far as a Georgia newspaper, and there was even a caricature of the birds next to the one of the two Als. Oh, and they had an really cool camper outside that they used for their office.
Two Al's is also where we overheard some people talking about local doctors and one of them said, without meaning to make a joke, ““Well, the chiropractor seems like a straight player.”
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