In The Interest Of Fairness

I have spent some time lately bashing this state, and, gee, why not?  Florida is an acquired taste that I have yet to acquire.  I'm still looking for my exit visa but these things must be done delicately.  It's not that there are no positives in the Cocklebur State, it's just that there are greater positives outside the state lines.

So, in the interest of fairness here are some good things about Florida.

  

• You can ride a motorcycle every day of the year.  You may have to bundle up on some mornings, but it can be done.  Before the bike club I used to ride with disbanded there were a couple Sunday morning group trips that were cancelled because of the chill.  But I have always kind of liked cold weather riding.  Just bundle up, wear a helmet with a face shield, gloves and, oh yes, socks, and there's nothing to it. 

• A certain wee one who likes me in spite of all my faults.  And a pool in my back yard.  Actually, no offense to anyone else down here, you are all adults, but Norah is the most compelling case to stay here.  The poor thing is crazy for me and I feel a certain responsibility toward her.  

• Just next to the main gate at Bedlam is this road.  Sense of humor or just mad coincidence?  For you who may be too young to remember, Mockingbird Lane is the street the Munsters lived on in the old 60's TV show.   

• The Privateer Lynx still spends half the winter in St. Pete.  I missed her all of last winter but this year I will renew my love affair with the Tall Ship, Lynx.  

• Summer is brutal but winter here is a joy.  We had a nice cold snap from the North a couple weeks ago but we are now back in the upper 70's during the day and mid 60's at night.  I prefer the cold snaps.   

• "Papa Thursdays"

That's the day I get to make microwave Mac & Cheese, dish out ice cream and act like a three-year-old.  We have recently made cakes and then sent them home with her, too.  I think I have hit on a secret as well:  rugged series of calisthenics upon arriving topped off with a brisk run around the tennis courts tires her just enough that by 3:00 PM she is ready for a nap. 

Let's see, is there anything else?  Hmmm.  Uh, no income taxes.  Guess that's about it.  All in all, I'd rather be in Northlandia.