Pensacola

This year my aunt’s present to me was a visit to the Florida panhandle for the holidays. Being such a creature of routine, and naturally skittish around Southerners / perceived tea partiers, I was scared to go.

The tiny plane landed in Pensacola, Florida in the midst of an intense thunderstorm. I found out later that if there had been a water landing that Aunt Mo’s cousin Tim might have picked us up in DOT rescue boats.