Palm tree country. 4/3

So what do you get on a visit to the land of southern breezes?
Rum twists with umbrellas floating on top can get you through some dull afternoons. It’s the evenings with a half dozen J&Bs that can cause trouble. Sure is nice to kickaround in the land of palm trees.

On the beach, sand castles only work only if you use a bag of Portland cement. Hours of sunshine are great for teenagers but not for what your doctor ordered. For the world that’s past 50 its beach robes, Oshkosh overalls, wide straw hats and sun block 75.

Two weeks or month is a proper dose of the X-rays. Zap you’re a poached egg. I knew a friend of my mothers who was sun worshipper. She’s sat on her dock all summer and fry. She looked like the ‘Return of the Native’. Years later she could have been used as a model for the California raisin ads. She looked like a veteran of Rommel’s African Corp.

So how can a person park their rears in the sunny south and get away with it?
The only way modern man has made it down south was with the invention of air conditioning. There is a way of looking at things with wide eyes.. Then there the things that stop you cold, like February heating bill or the electric bill of a southern’s summer air conditioning bill. Either way its a jolt as is the $3.60 a gallon gas of the sunny west coast.

Show me a climate of straight 72 degree days year around and I’ll show you a smaller utility bills but boredome to the eye. No fall colors, no winter white outs, no fresh lime greens of a spring landscape all of this I would miss. I need the exercise of snow shoveling, the sweat rolling off your nose from lawn mowing and the Arnold Arm building of splitting winter fire wood.
However, as the years roll by, 85 and sunny sounds pretty good.

Today's thought, "The sign of a professional carpenter,
a small first kit in his tool box."