Florida, Buc-ee’s, and the Hat-Wearing Vampire: A Road Trip Saga
Well, well, well… as promised, here I am, reporting live at checks clock 7:27 a.m. from the cozy (and suspiciously quiet) couch in Wesley Chapel, Florida. Yes, I’m actually here.…
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Southern-ish Discomfort: Sunshine Edition
So imagine here I am, standing by the truck at 3 p.m., keys in hand, staring down the possibility of driving 15 hours to Florida like I’m about to flee…
