My parents were getting close to heading back up North for the Summer. My Dad had just been through several hospitalizations for heart issues and I hadn't spent nearly enough time with them.
They called me at work and said they going out to eat in Tarpon Springs at a place called Rusty Bellies. It was right on the water, I had been there once before and they had been there several times and loved it.
I showed up, and just like that, everything felt ok. As a bonus I had the best, freshest tasting grouper I had had in a long time and had it served as a Souvlaki.
It was one of those moments you wish could happen everyday.
I'm grateful for that unplanned trip to Rusty Bellies.
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