Escaping winter never seemed so urgent. Last week, my old bones felt like they would snap. When days went by in the single digits, meaning the snow and ice would not melt but could only be shoveled back and forth, Erica and I knew it was time to head south to where the snowbirds fly.
Because we have Skipper, a big black lab who is 85 pounds of unchecked energy, we decided to drive. Officially, I am announcing that it will never happen again. Although ice was an ever-present threat, the drive was more tedious than dangerous. We slipped between two cold fronts and made it from our home in Cleveland to Nashville and then Atlanta, where we visited with our eldest daughter, Isabella. She is a CNN senior producer, and part of the news network is still based there.
