In late 80s or early 90s, sick of the brutal Maine winters, I made the drive down the eastern seaboard to Florida to start a new life. A winter storm chased me the whole damn way over three days.
My first stop in FL was Gainesville to meet my brother at a friend’s place. It was covered in ice. I figured it was a freak storm but when we went out to breakfast I noticed everyone was wearing winter coats. I was like wtf why do these people own winter coats???
By the time we made it to S. FL things started to warm up……whew.