My family used to go down to Bill Bagg's State Park in Florida whenever we were going to go to the "beach". Once we took a kite with us, and while flying it…its long red plastic tail fell off of it and fluttered away. It flew over the sand dunes 40-50 feet off the ground. Carried by the warm ocean air it got caught in the boughs of some sand pine trees that stood far back from the shore. Every time we visited Bill Bagg's park after that you could see the long twisty red plastic ribbon high up in the tree in stark contrast with the sparsely leafed tree. One time midweek on a school night my family drove out there with a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken. The mosquitoes were so bad you would breathe them in while running from the car to the shore. We quickly learned you could not stay on the shore at all lest you be absolutely consumed by small flying bugs that may or may not carry malaria or some sort of viral encephalitis. Years later I returned to that beach after hurricane Andrew. The ribbon was gone along with nearly the entire tree line. Poof. -TM
Sent Via postcrossing to ned44440. She said used to be a mail carrier and she loves the ocean. So i had two cards. She reports having an intense fear of snakes. Yeah. It took a lot to not send a snake story or a snake card. I think I have a card that has a recipe for fried rattlesnake. It's like this weird innocuous sort of defiance disorder that sleeps just under the surface. It's kinda like when someone says they do not want me to send them an AD card or a homemade card...[urge to send them an old MSN ad card intensifies].
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