On my sailboat trip from Key West back to Orange Beach, I encountered a particularly nasty storm off the coast of St. Pete Beach.  The next morning I pulled into Tarpon Springs to get some rest before making the trip back across Florida’s armpit to Carrabelle.

Having been up for almost 36 hours, I tried to take a nap once I’d docked at the city marina.  The music blaring from a nearby sponge museum did its best to keep me awake, but sleep won out in the end.

The next day, well rested & excited to see the sights in Tarpon Springs, I walked over to said museum.  Only, instead of being greeted with an entry fee and annoying soundtrack, I found a sign at the door.


Sponge Museum closed due to flooding.

Seriously?  Flooding?  We’re talking about a building full of sponges here; it seems like this issue would just work itself out.

In the midst of the increasingly complicated lives we’ve built for ourselves, how often does the simplest answer just get lost in the clutter?