If I Could Teleport Anywhere Today, I’d Land at a Turkish Lunch Counter in Sarasota

This week’s weather report: subzero temps in Indiana, sunny flavors in my imagination.

If I could pick a magical power, it would be teleportation.

I know that the journey of a thousand miles begins with one step and that “always the journey, never the destination”, and I say blah, blah, blah. Sometimes, I just want to get there—somewhere else.