To all the girls of Central Florida, daughters of Civil War generals thrice removed - blonde, nubile, and tanned, to you I say that I am coming, so prepare yourselves because this Northerly hurricane will make you wet, even if it doesn't leave a wake of destruction in its path.
My heart belongs to another, but I am yours in every other way. I ask only that you teach me the ways of the natives of your sunny state, for I am an outsider, a Northerner, a Yankee with pale, pale skin and a distinct lack of any accent. In return, my dears, all that I know and have experienced is yours to explore. Together, we will make sweet, sweet southern music, and rejoice under the sun and bright blue skies of the penisular state of Florida.
