Yeah. I’m talking about Miami, Florida – that place with the subtropical climate. That place where the humidity hits you like a mugging when you open the front door?
That Miami.
We lived there for a few years after Daddy got out of the Marine Corps and started flying for Eastern. It was a tiny box of a house in a development freshly carved out of the swamp, our street ending at yet another ubiquitous South Florida canal. We were in the wilderness in our little bungalow in the swamp.
Even when we moved north, we were back at least a couple of times a year because my grandmother was still in Miami Shores. One of my fondest memories is booking out of her pool for the safety of the house at the first rumbles of thunder on a steamy afternoon. As a little person, it was pretty thrilling watching the deluges bursting from the sky – flinching as lightning flashed and crashed – safely…
