The Gator State.
Many of the Usual Suspects will descend upon the Gator Sunshine State a week from today for seven days of excesses of all sorts contemplation and relaxation. My friend Tammi sent me this horrible story today, not so much to scare me, but to warn me.
Suffice it to say, that when in Florida, I will take extreme measures (particularly during morning walks) to avoid even being anywhere near fresh water places. Fortunately for my fraidy-cat ass, “The Usuals” convene in a place that’s on the Gulf, and the last time I checked, there ain’t no gators there.
There will, however, be lots of vodka.
