So there was a loud domestic dispute next door at the Rod and Gun. After the shouting turned to slapping and sobbing I called the police. They were there in seconds, and it took me about as long to decide that I didn’t want to sleep next door to violent people on whom I had just called the cops.

So as charming as Everglades City was (and I did like Leebo’s Rock Bottom, the only bar in town where Leebo himself plays guitar), we’re now at the Hilton on Marco Island.