from the road

An overnight in Walterboro, South Carolina, was just about the perfect stopping point, slightly more than halfway to Florida, with all the horrible traffic just south of Washington behind us. We never saw an accident, did see a little bit of construction, but again and again it was bumper to bumper traffic with the same semis and trailers passing us, and then falling behind, and passing us again.

Highly recommended for travel listening: A collection of John Cheever short stories. I had never read enough of him to know how funny he could be when he took on zoning boards and neighborhood associations, to say nothing of middle-aged men figuring out they were not immortal.

The pace so far in Sarasota has matched the heat and humidity, in an inverse proportion. The higher the humidity, the slower I move. We have been to the beach, had a fish fry at a place on the water where we could watch the sun set, done some Goodwill hunting, and figured out that the natives have a lot more stamina than I do. Pat actually mowed her lawn yesterday! after a tennis lesson!