More and more of my family have relocated to The Sunshine State, Florida, be it for school, for employment, or for post-employment (retirement) and who can blame them?
All the sunshine you could ever imagine, a wardrobe, if tourism advertising is to be believed that consists of short sleeve shirts and swimsuits. And no snowblowers or snow shovels anywhere in sight.
Good on them, I say (though it's mostly mumbled) because anytime I think of migrating south with the birds and staying there, I come across a story like this:
Woman pulls gator from yoga pants during traffic stop, authorities say.
Rocky and Bullwinkle are considering suing for copyright infringement.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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