WEEK TWENTY-NINE: THE SEASON
It is Easter Weekend and here in Florida it is the peak of “the season”. That is the term for the perfect storm that happens when all of the winter residents are, indeed, in residence and when most of the other folks who live north of the Mason-Dixon Line, and who are bone-tired of winter, boogie south just as far as their vehicles will carry them. I have been out and about today, preparing for an Easter Sunday entertaining family and friends, and predictably found myself in