Blues Stars

Apple - Falling - Tree

Have you ever seen those insurance commercials on how not to become your parents?

Birthday, Books, Bikes, and Boobs

 

Sitting in Judgement

We had our big social event of the week last night, a wine tasting.

Elbowed Out

When we first began coming to Florida, a friend had been kind enough to invite me to play in her complex’s golf league.

Cooler than expected

The weather gods, busy wreaking havoc in California, have apparently found a moment to glance our way over here in Florida. 

Tripping

        Two weeks later, we feel settled in here in Florida. Our trek from the North went well to the most part, at least with no dramatic weather events.

    We left as planned, on Jan 1, when we figured everyone would still be hungover and in bed long enough for us to get through the busy northern chain of New York and New Jersey, with our luck possibly holding through Baltimore and D.C. We forgot, however, that the next day everyone would be out and about at the end of this three-day weekend, either enjoying a day off from work or coming home from it.

        Thus, route 95 through South Carolina set us back hours – hours! Bumper to bumper for miles and miles, basically ¾’s of the state. The instant we crossed the border into Georgia it all melted away. The reason? In S.C., route 95 is only two lanes and in Georgia it’s three, sometimes four. I think there’s a lesson here for state road planners.

        Knowing we’d never make to our hotel until 9:00, we pulled off and had some dinner and suddenly everything felt much better.

        Nothing like a big plate of shrimp and grits with collard greens to tell you you’ve hit the South.