I'm off to escape winter's chill with good friends and family.  And yes, admittedly, listening to Buffett while fantasizing about boat drinks and stone crab as I pack.  Half a dozen swimsuits, three dresses, white jeans, my go-with-everything bronze Jack Rogers, and far more pareus and tanks than I'll need have so far gone in … Continue reading I’ve Gotta Fly to St. Somewhere…..