Shelby and Amy mosied into the mancave this morning, with their freshly delivered Starbucks. They went out last night and did the town with their crew, and kicking their feet up on my table on a cool morning is just what they needed.

They got my neighbor Dan on video last night, playing piano and singing great, in a couple of clubs. I knew Dan was a local performer but after Shelby cast his stuff to my big TV, I'd never heard him, and he's great.

I got to know Amy better. She's the tall one on the left in a recent photo, next to the short one. She and Shelby met years ago here in Pensacola and have been friends since.

I met her once before when we were in Tampa but never really got to know her. Now I've done a road trip and a Cave chat with her, and she's great!

My initial age impression was late forties, fifty max. Turns out she will be sixty this year, and when I hugged her goodbye today, her body was very firm.

She has a prestigious job with people she likes down in Naples near the Florida southern tip. She would love to get a new job here in Pensacola and move back and so does her daughter.

I feel like I've made a new friend, and it's a pleasure. She and Shelby have left to attend this Mardi Gras thing with a big crew of women, and then she's flying home tonight, via Atlanta, GA.

I consider myself an intelligent man, and I've been having intelligent conversations with beautiful women lately.

I like it.