I still vividly remember my first visit to Florida. It was probably in the late 70's, in February, and I was visiting my snowbird parents who lived in St. Cloud. I left the Syracuse airport in a driving snowstorm after waiting out a several hour delay, landing in Orlando. I was a smoker then, and decided to walk outside for a smoke before arranging for my rental car. I can still feel that beautiful, bright Florida sun on my face, palm trees everywhere, and the soul warming 78 degree temperature. My thoughts then were, "Why in the heck do I live where there is snow and ice?"
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