Last week my parents took me over to the old ice plant to procure seafood for an upcoming family gathering.
Going to the ice plant, now known as Sea Farms, is somewhat of a walk down Memory Lane for my father, who worked here briefly as a teenager.
My father has a good rapport with the owner and the folks who work there, and it was nice to see him so animated and happy on our visit. He's been mourning the loss of his good friend and our neighbor Sidney.
We bought some tuna and several pounds of Carolina shrimp and happily made our way back outside.
(My mother was so giddy, she broke out into spontaneous dance even. Evidently fresh seafood has deep, positive, uncontrollable effects on this family. Regrettably, my camera was not poised to capture her impressive, music-less moves.)
It was a very successful trip.
I'm looking forward to the next visit.