Above: Monday morning breakfast in Savannah, Georgia. Third day of this year’s Yanksgiving road trip to Florida. Also the final day. Also the best day. We make good time. We eat three square meals. We hurtle at spaceship speed down Floridian highways in brain-zapping sunlight and pore-cleansingly warm weather, under magnificent clouds. Almost makes up for our trip’s first two days, which I may complain about at length later, or perhaps just try to forget as fast as possible.



