Ben:
Let us take a moment to pause here in the middle of February, the Goldilocks' porridge of Florida weather, to take stock of our place in the world and engage in communal celebration that we've somehow come to be in this place at this time. Let other states celebrate their seasons; that never quite works here in the land where heat sort of wraps itself around the calendar. But if we're not careful, we'll miss this most subtle of shifts. January is a little too cold and March is a little too hot, but February is room temperature, our entree. This is why we're here.
Florida in February is elbows out windows and tandem bicycles on the Pinellas Trail and doors wide open at La Habana Cigar…
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