Sweden? Are you kidding? I don’t want to get frost bite. No, let’s spin the globe and go 5,160 miles to a place I swore I’d never set foot in — Florida. Why the bitterness? Well, here’s probably the first (and last) reference to my personal life — Cliff Benson. This name means nothing to almost anyone who reads this thing, so its fine. For 15 years, I swore I’d never set foot in that state because of that name up there. Perhaps though I was wrong, because it isn’t too bad there:

OK, yes, this isn’t what this really looks like. But it wasn’t too far off:

Yes, Florida. I give in to you.