(Photo taken by me)
I was wandering around Tarpon Springs when I met a woman who knew where to find us some good old fashioned Americana grub. We got to know each other over burgers and crab fries on a late Saturday morning in early May. She was a delight, she really was, but we were both humble wanderers who knew it wasn’t meant to last and that our brief human connection would only thrive inside of the moment. From that day on, I couldn’t eat a slice of Key Lime Pie without picturing her face.