Tom and Beth Wieland came by about 12:30, and we went in their car to the Harbor. They drove down from Utah, because they didn't want to take their dog on a plane. I guess they were afraid he would be traumatized by riding with the luggage.
Anyway, we had a fish taco there, and it was as good as I remembered it. Next time you are here, we'll have to go there. Afterwards I walked to the car; Tom couldn't find a parking place, except across the harbor. Tom offered to go get it, but I said I'd walk. I shouldn't have, because I've been tired ever since.
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