Florida – Letters to Rachel

I’d Walk a Mile For a Gator

Dearest Rachel – So I’ve got my sweatshirt stuffed into my jacket sleeve, as I’m about to leave the airplane. Meanwhile, Daniel is calmly sitting in his seat, tapping away on his phone and wondering what my hurry is, as I’m standing around, waiting to be allowed off the plane. It’s a typical tableau whenContinue reading “I’d Walk a Mile For a Gator”