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Sunday, July 9, 2017

Visiting Florida: A Tourist Guide

In 2016, more than 112 million people from all over the world visited the state of Florida. Most of these visitors went to place like Orlando, Miami, Tampa, Pensacola, the Florida Keys, and the Space Coast area of Melbourne, though some of them accidentally ended up in Jacksonville. But, hey...their tourist dollars count, too.

And this is no accident. The state spends upwards of $75 million dollars every year on the “Visit Florida” campaign to market the state as a tourist destination. According to Florida Governor Rick Scott, this expense is justified because of the estimated $109 billion in visitor spending that tourism brings. And as all Floridians know, Governor Scott wouldn’t ever play fast and loose with financial numbers (*cough*Columbia HCA Medicare and Medicaid Fraud*cough*).

But while the State of Florida does a good job of pimping Mickey Mouse, Harry Potter, Jimmy Buffett, beaches, and all the fun in the sun activities Florida has to offer, they don’t do a very good job of informing visitors how to prepare for their travels.

So as a public service, I offer up this Florida Visitors’ Guide to Packing for Your Florida Summer Vacation:
  • Footwear: This is simple: the only thing you need is flip-flops. The “No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service” admonitions are loosely enforced in the Skin Cancer State. Exposed toe rot, sloth-like toenail claws, and unwashed feet are considered acceptable to wear to restaurants and weddings. Sandals are evening footwear. Closed-toed shoes are considered semi-formal. If you wear socks, that’s formal wear. Matching socks are reserved for proms.
  • Clothing: Avoid anything other than natural materials. Any poly-blend material will cause rashes that have yet to be named by the medical community. This includes any material that promises to “wick away sweat.” It wicks it into the clothing, turning that $45 t-shirt into a dishrag. Your best bet is linen.
  • Prepare for the Sun: The Florida sun laughs at sunscreen in this time of global climate change. Unless melanoma is on your bucket list, plan to bathe in zinc oxide, wear a hat with a brim wide enough to cover your entire family, and sunglasses that provide protection from UV-A, UV-B, and UV-LMNOP light.
  • Prepare for the Rain: While Florida’s sun is the state’s most often cited feature, the reality is that if you’re visiting in the summer, it is likely you will get rained on. And by “likely” I mean you will have fun-in-the-sun, just in the rain. Every single afternoon. And it’s not a gentle rainstorm, either. It’s the type that makes you feel as though the seventh seal has been broken and God’s wrath is literally raining down on the Earth. Unlike Dubuque or Boise or Denton, however, Florida rain does not bring relief from the oppressive heat and humidity. Following the daily Florida rainstorm, you’ll feel more like a basted turkey, though you’ll smell more like a teenaged boy’s 3-year old tennis shoe that’s been rotting in fecund soil for 45 days. You will remember the Florida afternoon summer rainstorms long after the memories of The Wizarding World of Harry Potter fade from your memory. Florida rain laughs at umbrellas so the only thing you can do to prepare for this is to pack a lot of clothes to change into.
  • Toiletries: In addition to the standard toiletries you would take anywhere you may travel (toothbrush, toothpaste, etc.), when you travel to Florida you need to plan on packing a moisturizer with aloe vera. Because you’ll fail to heed the “Prepare for the Sun” warnings (above) and you will get burned. Not like the sunburn you get back home when you mow the lawn. I’m talking radiation burns. This is not hyperbole. The most common type of radiation burns are those cause by UV radiation. Aloe vera is your friend.
  • Wildlife: Everyone expects to see Florida alligators when they visit and it is likely you will see them. However, the wildlife I’m referring to are the snakes, panthers, black bears, Capybaras, and the palmetto bug (pronounced “cockroach” everywhere else in the United States.) You can find additional information about Florida’s wildlife in item #6 in this “Seven 7hings” post from 2013. Florida mosquitos are to regular mosquitos as the sun is to a struck match. Florida mosquitos carry away nearly 5,000 full-grown Bichon Frise dogs every year. (Statistic contrived for hyperbolic purposes.)
  • The People: Then, of course, are the other wildlife indigenous to Florida: the camouflage-hat-wearing, pickup-truck-driving, racist, dip-spitting surfer douchebag, the woo-tang clan (aka “woo girls”, so known for their propensity to get drunk, scream “woooooo!” at every opportunity, and to drunkenly tryst with any camouflage-hat-wearing surfer douchebag who has a job), and every person from New York who retired to Florida but ran out of money after they decided it was literally hell on earth but before they could move halfway back up the country. Then there are the tourists. Oh, dear God help us...the tourists. But, hey, seriously...we’re really glad you’re here! Honest!
  • Hurricane Preparation: In addition to being peak time for Florida visitors, the summer months are also hurricane season in Florida. The only way you can really prepare for being in Florida when a hurricane approaches is to have an open-ended return plane ticket or to have driven. When a hurricane is coming, the single best course of action you can take is to turn around and go home. Not because the storm presents any particular danger; rather, it’s because once word gets out that a hurricane might be coming, you will be unable to purchase milk, bread, water, flashlights, batteries, or beer. Because once Jim Cantore or Stephanie Abrams roll into the town you’re visiting, it’s party time for the locals.

There is a lot about Florida that is very different than places where humanity can actually survive. Hopefully these tips will help prepare you so that your Florida vacation is less traumatic than it otherwise might be.

One final thought: have you ever noticed that most people who vacation in Florida only do so once? That’s usually enough.

To paraphrase that old expression, “Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me once, shame on Rick Scott.” (Note: This is merely a rhetorical device. Rick Scott is clearly incapable of feeling any shame.)

So, welcome to Florida!

Enjoy your vacation to Yosemite next year.

Thursday, June 29, 2017

A Tale of Two Brothers

I never had any brothers.

I had a great brother-in-law and an incredible Father who grows even more incredible the older I get and the longer he’s gone (thus, the more I miss him). I have great male cousins, Uncles, a grandfather who thought (erroneously) that I hung the moon, and men friends who have been rocks when I needed it and a boot in the ass when I needed that. I even have what I can only refer to as a boyfriend-in-law (my sister’s boyfriend) who is another strong male presence in my life.

And don’t even get me started on my Sister I could live a thousand lifetimes and never begin to show my Sister how much I appreciate her. She is -- and this point is inarguable -- the greatest Sister in human history.

But I never had any brothers.

So why is this titled “A Tale of Two Brothers?”

Of the men I’ve had in my life, two of them stood out and are large reasons why I am alive today: Roger and Mike. Roger was a cousin and Mike was one of the closest friends I’ve ever had.

But both of them were more than that. They were like brothers to me. They knew everything about me. They saw me at my worst and still loved me, never rejected me. Both were members of a fellowship I joined in 1996 and were instrumental in helping me navigate what I saw then as the impassable path to entry.

So when I say I’m alive today in no small measure due to the love of these two men, it is not empty hyperbole. I literally, sincerely do not believe I would have been able to get here from there without them.

Mike and Roger are my brothers. And today I’m very sad.

I learned recently that Mike took his own life in November of last year. Roger died today of pancreatic cancer.


Without getting into the details of Roger’s life, the nature of exactly how we were related was somewhat convoluted at the beginning, though the connection I felt to him was always there. He was my sister’s age (a few years older than me) so he was the big brother who picked on me whenever we were around each other. But it was never mean. He always had a smile on his face and even then, I knew him as a safe place in my life, someone from whom I never had to protect myself.

I was stationed in Tucson, Arizona in the mid-1980’s so I was able to spend time with Roger. At that time, he ran his own insurance agency and when I mentioned that I was considering getting out of the Air Force, he offered me a job. I had no insurance experience and there wasn’t much call for a forklift driver at his agency. But he offered me a job, to include teaching me how to actually do the job.

Roger was like my big brother as far back as I could remember and in 1996, I discovered we had yet another connection. As I struggled, he was happy and offered support, encouragement, and of course love. With a smile and a hug, he let me know things would be OK and when they weren’t, he was always available to me to listen and tell me he loved me. Over the years this connection remained strong, even though we didn’t see each other nearly as often as we’d have liked. But he was always there for me.

After all...he was my brother.

I saw Roger last in August 2016. We both travelled to Las Vegas to celebrate my Mother’s 80th birthday. And of course, as he always had, Roger lit up every room he was ever in, just from the pure love and joy (and Joy) of life he had.

Life hadn’t always been kind to Roger but you would never know it from his demeanor and, more importantly, how he treated everyone. You could never leave an encounter with Roger without feeling like you were the most important person in the world to him at that moment.

Roger got word that he was sick last fall and in December, I finally joined a social media platform that enabled us to stay in even closer touch, chatting several times a week. Even as he battled treatment and the illness that ultimately took him from us all, he always made it a point to make sure I was OK.

Imagine...him going through cancer treatment trying to cheer me up.

But that was Roger. And Roger was my brother.


Mike and I were both in the Air Force and we first met in the late 1980’s. He was stationed in Homestead Air Force Base in South Florida and I was at Langley Air Force Base in Virginia.

Following Desert Storm in 1991, I was reassigned to Hurlburt Field in the panhandle of Florida. Less than a year later, after Hurricane Andrew basically wiped Homestead off the map, Mike got stationed at Hurlburt as well.

From the outside, Mike and I were nothing alike. He was confident and smart and moved easily in any situation whether at PT with Pararescuemen and Combat Controllers or traversing the halls of the Pentagon. He knew more about our common Air Force specialty than I did and I leaned heavily on both his knowledge and his generosity in sharing it.

While at Hurlburt, Mike and I had a standing Wednesday lunch date at the Pizza Hut on Miracle Strip Parkway. We would talk shop, share gossip about our colleagues, and talk about our families.

Mike’s sons and mine were in the same social circles and spent a lot of time together. When I needed a regular Tuesday night babysitter, it was Mike’s daughter, Leah, who not only sat with my daughter every Tuesday night for almost two years but who also provided an incredible role model for her as well.

Toward the end of my drinking days, it was Mike who opened his home to me when mine was no longer an option. He picked me up when I was in no condition to drive more times than I can remember and took me to his home. He had a Bernese Mountain Dog (a very large breed) named Page. When I would walk into their home, Page would drop his tail and run away from me. But Mike never did.

As I mentioned, I struggled with some aspects of the fellowship of which Mike, Roger, and I were members. And it was Mike who made clear the path. Nine months before the very end, he and I spent an afternoon atop Mount Rainier, him trying to help me find some peace. (It was also during this trip that he kept me from falling into a bear’s den along a riverbank but that’s another story for another time.)

When I struggled to even consider the idea of a God, it was Mike who explained it to me this way: “Do you know how to make a bird? Do birds exist? Well, then something smarter than you is out there, otherwise there’d be no birds.”

And that was enough. Because of that, I was able to walk through the impassable door to a life I’d never imagined.

Mike and I had divergent political views (though he’d be happy to know I’ve since come around to his way of thinking...he was always one or two steps smarter than me) but that never stopped us from discussing politics intelligently and respectfully.

I guess that’s the overriding thing about Mike. I respected him. A lot.

And Mike never turned his back on me, even when I probably deserved it.

But that was Mike. And Mike was my brother.


When I saw Roger in Las Vegas in August, he was getting ready to celebrate 27 years of sobriety in a few days.

I’m glad I got to hug him and tell him I loved him days before his #27. And I’m sad that he won’t get to celebrate #28.

According to Mike’s wife, Cindy, he didn’t stay sober after our paths diverged. He started drinking again about ten years before whatever demons were chasing him finally ran him down. Cindy contacted me about a month ago to tell me he was gone. It was a couple weeks after that when I learned he had killed himself.

I’m just glad he was able to walk Leah down the aisle before he left.


I don’t know what the point of all this is. I just know that tonight I’m sad. But this story isn’t about me. It’s a tale of two brothers. Not brothers to each other except in the most abstract sense. But they were my brothers.

And now they’re gone.

I can never fully express my gratitude to these two men for the love and support they showed me over the years, particularly during my worst times. They never turned their backs on me and never stopped loving me, even when I was unlovable.

The best I can hope for is to carry their strength, compassion, empathy, warmth, humor, joy, and love forward in my life. I can’t pay them back but I pray I can show someone else even a fraction of the love they showed me.

So tonight I just want to thank these two for being a part of my life. It hurts to know that they’re no longer with us physically but I am grateful to a God I couldn’t believe in 21 years ago that He put these two men in my life.

I’m grateful to God for Roger and Mike.

I’m grateful for my brothers.

If you find it in your heart, please consider supporting the American Cancer Society in memory of Roger Norris ( and/or 22KILL, an organization that works to raise awareness to of suicide, educate the public on mental health issues such as post traumatic stress, and serves as a resource for veterans in honor of Mike Urban (

Sunday, June 11, 2017

The Story of Teddy Rucksbag

Teddy Rucksbag loved to travel.
Teddy was literally born to travel. Well, really more like “made” to travel since he was handcrafted in the mountains of India from fine goat leather and treated with natural oils before he
was sent out into the world. So he wasn’t really born. But he still liked to travel. A lot.
As soon as he sprang to life, with the last stitch stitched and the last zipper zipped, Teddy traveled down the mountain, across the ocean, and to a strange and exotic land called “Florida” to meet his new family.
Teddy’s new family was a handsome and kind man whom Teddy called “Shoulder,” a beautiful young princess named Lily, and two small, hairy people named Zoe and Charlie. Zoe and Charlie called the handsome and kind man “Lap” when he wasn’t around because whenever he came home and sat in Teddy’s cousin, Recliner, Zoe and Charlie would pile onto his lap. So they called him “Lap.”
But Teddy called the man “Shoulder” because that was the part that Teddy grabbed onto whenever the two of them went out on their daily adventures. Teddy loved to go on adventures with Shoulder and Shoulder took him on an adventure every single day.
Sometimes Teddy and Shoulder would just walk outside and go for a ride in a truck to Shoulder’s office, where Teddy would sit on the floor and watch Shoulder work all day. But that was OK with Teddy. He loved Shoulder and he knew that after Shoulder was done working, they would go for another ride in Shoulder’s truck again and go home to see Lily, Zoe, and Charlie.
When Teddy and Shoulder got home, Teddy sat at the bar on a barstool. Even though he wasn’t traveling, he loved his barstool and Shoulder would come visit throughout the day and evening to get things out of Teddy. Teddy loved it when Shoulder would visit because he liked to be useful. So he decided he would be the most useful rucksack ever.
But sometimes when Shoulder, Lily, Zoe, and Charlie were asleep, Teddy would think back to another friend, the first friend Teddy ever had. Teddy and his friend were made together, in the mountains of India. But Teddy’s first friend was more than just a friend. She was Teddy’s girlfriend. And her name was Sandy.
Teddy and Sandy left the house on the mountain on the same day. While Teddy went to live with Shoulder in the strange and exotic land called “Florida,” Sandy travelled to another strange land called “Texas.” Sandy was adopted by a beautiful and gentle woman whom Sandy called Queen Flower. Sandy loved Queen Flower and loved to go places with her but she still sometimes missed her boyfriend, Teddy. She sometimes missed him a lot.
Both Teddy and Sandy thought about their brothers, sisters, and cousins back at the house on the mountain. Besides Teddy’s brother and sister rucksacks and Sandy’s family, the Satchels, they had lots of cousins. Their cousins were all bags and had family names like Briefcase, Laptop, Messenger, Camera, Handbags, and Travelers.
And not all of the bags were brown like Teddy and Sandy. The Funny-talking man whom everyone called “Grandpa” (even though his real name was Trevor) didn’t want just brown bags. He also wanted bags made with black leather, too. “All bags will be equal, wot?” Trevor said, in that funny way he talked. And the people who made the bags at the house on the mountain smiled because they liked brown bags and black bags and all bags. They were bag-happy and Teddy and Sandy were glad about that because they were bag-happy, too.
Teddy and Sandy got to see each other one time after they left the house on the mountain, when Shoulder went to visit Queen Flower in Texas. The four of them had a wonderful time and Teddy and Sandy were able to talk and laugh and tell each other about their adventures in the strange places they lived, “Florida” and “Texas.” The visit was very short but Teddy and Sandy were very happy to spend time together. Plus they were happy when Shoulder and Queen Flower told them they would get to visit again real soon.
Not long after visiting Sandy and Queen Flower in “Texas,” Shoulder told Teddy that they were going on another trip, this time to a place called “Washington, DC.” Teddy was very excited to get to travel again, since traveling was what Teddy was made for. Shoulder even introduced Teddy to another new friend, Sam S. O’Knight. Teddy and Sam quickly became good friends and Sam would even let Teddy ride on his shoulders when Teddy got tired or just to let him see more of the fun things there were to see on their trip.
Even though he had fun on the trip to Washington with Shoulder and Sam, Teddy was sad that he didn’t get to see Sandy. When Teddy got to ride on a train for the first time, all he could think about as he stared out the window was how much Sandy would have enjoyed it, too. When he rode in the fancy car with Shoulder and Sam, Teddy was still lonely and sad because his girlfriend Sandy wasn’t there to ride in the fancy car with him.
Still, Teddy was grateful that he got to travel to a new place and get to become friends with Sam. After all, Teddy was a travel bag and travelling was what he was made for. He got to fly on another airplane, see new and exciting things, and begin to fulfill his destiny as the greatest travel bag in the history of the world.
Once Teddy, Sam, and Shoulder got home, Sam went back to his place under Shoulder’s bed. Teddy went back to his routine of riding in the truck to Shoulder’s office and then sitting on the barstool when he and Shoulder got home. Teddy thought about Sandy and Queen Flower often during the long, quiet nights when Shoulder, Lily, Zoe, Charlie, and Sam were sleeping. He thought about how much fun they had in Texas and thought about how great it would be when he got to see Sandy and Queen Flower again.
Then one morning, Shoulder told Teddy some exciting news.
“So, Teddy, ol’ buddy...guess who’s coming to visit us in a few weeks?”
Teddy hated guessing games because he wasn’t very good at them.
Shoulder smiled and slipped Teddy onto his left shoulder as he walked out the door toward his truck.
“Let’s just say that both of us will be getting to see our girlfriends again very, very soon.”
Teddy knew immediately that Shoulder was telling him that Sandy and Queen Flower were going to come visit them in their strange and exotic home of  “Florida.”
And that news made Teddy very, very happy.

Saturday, November 5, 2016

The Chronicles

So, the first draft of the product of the Audience of One Writers Retreat is complete. First edit underway.

Not sure we'll make our target of having a fully edited, ready for representation/publication by the end of 2016 but the story of Radley and Sloe and Karm and Lizza (4-syllable pronunciation) is told.

Ebay (the 76-year old Laotian man, not the website) and Terry the Bus Driver (formerly of the University of Alabama basketball team) wound up playing larger roles than anticipated.

The process and related emotions:

  • Writing - This story is amazing!
  • First Edit - This story sucks!
  • Second Edit - Well, maybe...
  • Final Edit - NYT bestseller list, here we come!

On with the show...

P.S. While I'm at it, here are a couple of pictures from the retreat. See all of the pictures from the retreat here.

Sunday, September 4, 2016

Quinoa Chicken Rolls

A tasty, healthy option for Sunday dinner...or any other night of the week, for that matter.

2 Whole (or 4 half) boneless skinless chicken breasts
1 cup cooked red quinoa (season with 1 tbsp olive oil, 2 tsp Goya Adobo®, and 2 tsp Mrs. Dash® Tomato, Basil, Garlic seasoning, then cooled)
2-3 cups raw baby spinach
2/3 cup sliced baby portabella mushrooms
1/4 cup diced sweet onion
1/3 cup feta cheese
1 box Oven Fry® Extra Crispy (chicken) mix
1/2 cup parmesan cheese
1 egg
1/3 cup coconut milk
1 teaspoon lime or key lime juice

Brine chicken in warm water with 1 tbsp natural maple syrup and 2 tsp soy sauce for approximately 2 hours. Rinse thoroughly and pat dry.

Heat oven to 400° and spray glass baking dish with olive oil cooking spray.

Mix seasoned cooked quinoa with roughly chopped spinach, roughly chopped mushrooms, diced onions, and feta cheese. Set aside.

Pound the chicken breasts to approximately 1/2 inch thickness. Mix egg, coconut milk, and lime juice. In separate dish, mix Oven Fry® and parmesan cheese.

Dip chicken in egg mixture, then cover both sides with Oven Fry® mixture. Add 1-2 tbsp of the quinoa mixture and roll the chicken breast with mixture inside. Place rolled, filled breasts seam down in the glass baking dish. Spread remaining quinoa mixture between/around the chicken rolls.

Bake for 25 minutes.

Heat olive oil in large skillet. When hot, add diced garlic, then sauté asparagus and butternut squash. Serve when asparagus is al dente.