As time goes by, our friends, both old and new, are gathering in south Florida. Some are testing the waters; some have taken the plunge and become snow birds. I still don't like that word, but I love spending a relaxing afternoon and evening catching up with good friends.
It was February 1977. I was a baby myself at the ripe old age of 25 with a lot of very dark hair and a six-week old infant. I stood in the driveway of our tiny rental house in PA watching quietly as the moving van drove off with my life packed neatly in it's rear trailer. It was headed for Dansville, NY and The Kid and I were bound for a new adventure. Once the snow melted we began to venture outside and explore our new home. It didn't take long for us to fall in with a rowdy group from the Dansville Presbyterian Church and life long bonds were forged.
And so it was that on Thursday we found ourselves venturing north to St. Pete, to visit with a couple from our Dansville days. We found M & J eleven stories up in a down-town condo with killers views of the bay and Marina. They are living the city life in Florida and loving every minute of it. Just blocks from the University of South Florida their neighborhood is filled with restaurants, shops, museums, and waterfront activities all within a short walk. It was an interesting and extremely appealing twist on Florida living.
The day passed far too quickly as we slipped, oh so easily, into conversation that could have taken place 30 years ago. The only thing missing were the five other couples fondly known as "The Common."
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