With apologies to our Northern friends who are experiencing the coldest winter in recent memory, I must say we are enjoying central Florida. Everett and I are not so far south as to be in tropical territory, but not so far north as to be cold. As a matter of fact, Monday was a balmy 70 degrees Fahrenheit and the sun was shining brightly. I decided to run a couple of errands in town while Everett was out golfing. I pulled on a pair of capri slacks, a short-sleeved top, and my flip flops, gave Tyler Dog his “you’ve got to stay in the RV” cookie, and headed to the local Winn Dixie for some groceries.
After finding what I needed – there’s a level of compromise when hunting for familiar ingredients in regions of the country that aren’t “home” – I headed for the checkout. As the friendly cashier scanned my items, I noticed the woman in line behind me. She was a few years younger than I am and dressed completely different. SHE was wearing a vest over a thermal, waffle weave, long-sleeved Henley-style shirt, heavy sweatpants and sneakers with thick socks. She looked me up and down a couple of times. She smiled. And said, “Y’all one of them snowbirds, ain’t ya?” She then proceeded to try to sell me a couple of acres of swamp land along the Withlacoochee River that had been in her family “for generations without doing us much good.” I believe I was lucky enough to experience the rare sighting of a native Floridian!