Columnist Bob Bridge
It was my favorite commercial. A sorrowful soul, trapped in a wintry wonderland, peered into the camera lens and confessed: “I need it bad.”
What did she so desperately require?
Florida! She needed Florida!
Oh, how I could relate.
I don’t build snowmen or race down the slopes on a sled. It’s simply not in my DNA.
I do not like cold weather. Yes, I am grateful for each new day I’m allotted, but I’d rather not spend it battling a blizzard.
Now is the perfect time to vacation and relax along the Gulf Coast’s Miracle Mile.
Someone must be headed that way?
I need a bright, sunny blue sky, a sunburst of merriment before Santa's special season.
.Which beach is my desired destination? One with soft music, white sand and umbrellas.
My rowdy, wild years are behind me. I no longer feel compelled to empty one more frosty bottle than the next guy.
Clad in my retired person uniform – a pair of denim shorts and a T-shirt - I will be as anonymous as a grain of sand on the beach.
Mobility is not my forte. I am neither deft nor dexterous; however, I can bask in the warmth while cordially communing with the pelicans and gulls.
I’ve rewound the tape in my head and reviewed my vacations of old. Indeed, those would be difficult to replicate.
Still, it doesn’t take much to render Bob B. deeply, serenely content. Sit me on the balcony as the day melts toward darkness.
Each sensational sunset generates a tingle of electricity. Then leave me beneath the canopy of twinkling stars and the sound of surf on the sand.
Oh, Florida … I need you!
Contact Columnist Bob Bridge at 812-276-9646 or firstname.lastname@example.org.