There are no leaves falling. There are no reds and yellows. Everything is painted teal. We thought teal was a duck. When the World Series comes there is supposed to be a nip in the air.
People move here to escape harsh winters.
They gloat about temperatures. It is a different life, not necessarily a fuller life. But there they were Saturday night, the Florida Marlins and the Cleveland Indians, the Sun Belt and the Rust Belt, meeting in the 1997 World Series. Like the Marlins themselves, this is a new experience and probably an acquired taste. This is the World Series in Florida.