And a lovely lunch it was. We were seated on a glassed-in porch overlooking the marsh. Our waitress was named Cindy Marie which is Cindy's middle name as well. It is an elegant old club with a life oak lined driveway just dripping with Spanish moss
and some of the handsomest crepe myrtles I have seen. This was not your "club sandwich and a beer" type of golf course restaurant. Most folks (except for Estelle and I) had substantial doggie bags.
I was outnumbered 5 to 1, but I tried to uphold the male gender. Here's a shot of the five ladies.