Kiss Me, I'm a Floridian

I didn't have the feeling when we sold the apartment, on my last day at work, or driving down the Jersey Turnpike. But when the nice woman at the DMV tore up my NYS drivers license, and handed me my shiny new Florida license, I experienced a strange sense of loss. At least she saved the old photo and gave it to me.

We've been here just over a week, with just two more to go. So far, we have explored Sarasota on bikes, riding everywhere - to the grocery store down the street and through the downtown area and over the causeway to the beach.

Earlier this week, Stu came to visit for a couple of days, and we enjoyed time by the pool, dinner at the local Amish restaurant (strangely, Sarasota has a sizeable Amish and Menonite communities), a barbeque at the beach, and yes, even Bingo at the Meadows community center.

The weather has been great so far, but they say a tropical storm (Gamma) is heading our way. I hope it doesn't interfere with anyone's Thanksgiving holiday travel plans, or worse. At least we're already packed for any evacuation orders.