By the time I get back to Chicago, I'll be burnt beyond recognition. This is more than just a tan I'm working on. It's turned into a nice dark roast.
Made a two-and-a-half hour trip to Daytona Beach. The drive was absolutely worth it. I got in a nap, got through all of "1984," picked up a nice pile of seashells, splashed around the pretty teal water and even got some sunburn to mark the occasion -- it was my first time to see the ocean, which made the locals gasp and gape. To make the deal even sweeter, I got a photo taken with Bubba, a 20-year-old parrot (I got to put him on my arm!), and stopped by the Daytona International Speedway.
Leaving at the end of the day was very, very difficult.
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