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You can tell that the Florida season has begun. All of a sudden, our little town is full of very old people driving very big cars.

V-e-r-y slowly.

My dad and step-mom were visiting in the spring, and I got behind a huge Cadillac creeping along at twenty miles under the speed limit . . . in a thirty-five mile per hour zone.

"Come on, Gramps, hurry up," I muttered.

"Gramps?" my dad asked. "Excuse me? As a grandfather, I take offense at that."

"Oops," I said. "I forgot I had one on board."

Posted 19 November 2005 at 03:27 PM