In Florida

I didn’t know what Spanish moss was. It was hanging everywhere from branches like neuron clusters, with acorns, which I didn’t expect. Add to that the ducks that look like turkeys, and the threat of alligators erupting out of the sidewalk to maul me comically, and I’m not sure I want to go back.

But I will. But first Germany, and perhaps visits there if I’m as lucky as I hope I am.

I was born in Florida, but that doesn’t mean I’ll tolerate air conditioning.