“Downtown, Everything’s waiting for you”

Five years ago, My Life’s Editor and I unloaded half our books and all our brown furniture (rejected by kids and consignment shops) and moved into a condo in the beating heart of St. Pete.  “So, how do you like living, ah, downtown?” a friend asks, dubious, as if he meant to say, “How doContinue reading ““Downtown, Everything’s waiting for you””