It's been a while since my last post. Sorry for that. I was in Florida a few weeks back for a corporate event. The usual stuff, meetings and dinners etc. One of the things that I was part of was a shell hunting excursion. We had a boat that took us out to a little sandbar of an island called Romeo Island. The boat dropped us off on the east side of the island and we started to walk around it, nose pointed at the ground looking for the "killer" shell. As I walked around the little island I looked up and saw this weird looking ruin of a house! I dropped my bag of shells and made a beeline for it. I found my beach treasure.