We May Be Old, But We Aint Dead Yet

Vero beach proved to be great fun. We spent some time on the mooring balls, wonderful facilities and $15 a night.  Monday, we walked through a wonderful Veterans Park and had lunch at Waldos, a part of the Driftwood Resort, built in the 1930s of cypress boards by an eccentric millionaire, who collected various odd items, including ships bells and train bells, which still adorn the property. The restaurant has a pool and ocean side setting, perfect for a breezy, sunny 80 degree day.

The best discovery was the Riverside Cafe. This bar on the Indian River is the place where all the staid grandparents live out their "other lives". At home they may be perceived as the old people, eyes are rolled at their sense of fashion and stuffy traditions, but not here. A country/bluegrass  band pounds out songs while all the old codgers pound down the beer and happy hour appetizers at the bar, singing along with gusto to Rock Me Mama Like A Wagon Wheel and Ring of Fire.  Here the lead singer manages the trifecta of singing, playing the guitar, and impressively, the harmonica, all in the same song, friends gather, toasts are drunk.  Here the good times roll without the presence of children and grandchildren, who might think them too old for such behavior. But the truism, you're only as old as you feel, takes precedence here. We have moved into our second youth, full of laughter, singing, and fun, wherever we find it. And a lot of us seem to have found it at the Riverside Cafe in Vero Beach.