So I travel. Last week I was in Florida. I hate Florida. The first time I was in that state, I was traveling with my uncle's family to visit some relatives I had never known. We drove from Ohio straight down I-75 in the summer of 1971. My aunt was born and raised in the Florida panhandle and I recall how fearful she was that our car might break down som…
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