Spring Break

It's spring break. A coveted time of year for me. I harken back to days spent cruising the clothing-optional streets of Panama City Beach or driving on the actual sands of Daytona Beach...do you see a theme here? Spring was marked by the countdown to vacation, the smell of Panama Jack oil and the purchase of a new bathing suit at the Ron Jon's.

Spring break just isn't the same without visiting northern Florida. A land known for its bounty of denim shorts and Super Wal-Marts. It is a place where the memories stay with us forever, often in the form of piercings or a poorly chosen tattoo.

While I don't have any spring break plans this year, it won't stop me from throwing on my jean shorts while I tend the tulips in my front yard. I'll do a jello shot before I go on a walk to Piedmont Park. And, I won't be afraid to give a trucker the international signal requesting a honk as I drive up I-85 to work Monday.