No, I’m not suddenly turning in to a long-distance runner. But it’s the first weekend I’ve had in a very long time where the weather and my schedule give me the opportunity to toss a couple of CD’s and some sunblock into the Mustang, put the top down, and go for a nice cruise down to the Keys; specifically, Marathon and the Seven Mile Bridge. It was one of Sam’s favorite trips, too — he liked to explore along the shore under the bridge. Then it’s off to lunch at the Conch Cafe.
It’s one of the reasons I live in South Florida.