But I do know this:
I’m going where the sun keeps shining
Thru the pouring rain,
Going where the weather suits my clothes.
Backing off of the North East breeze
Sailing on a summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone.
I love this Nilsson song. And when I hear it, I see Dustin Hoffman slumped in his seat on a Greyhound bus with Jon Voight fussing over him because he really wants to believe their lives are just beginning instead of ending.
I mean, it is so grand and so tragic. But apart from all that, really doesn’t it make such good sense to go to a place where the weather suits your clothes?
We’re here.
WOW! Have a great time.The last time I was in Florida was in 1945 when my Dad was stationed there after returning from combat photography in the Pacific.
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I know the best shrimp I ever ate was in Florida …. is that snow? Maybe you took a left instead of a right.
You know that’s not possible with Sig drivin’! We are in the middle of a bayou decorated for Christmas, I need to get up early to get pics of the Spanish moss and other exotica.
Glad you’re back, Stevie. Several below zero days here in North Iowa. Can’t imagine what wooly clothing would match this weather. Merry Christmas to you both! Katie
Thanks Katie, we are still in Florida and I’m watching the weather up North and feeling humble. (And Warm.) Merry Christmas to you!