A Gulf Coast Welcome I
This was not a trip I had looked forward to taking. Mother’s Day was approaching and I was due to fly out of Long Island for Tampa-St. Pete to visit my mom in the Alzheimer’s wing of the residential hospital where she has had to live (if you can call it that) for the past ten years. At least my visits to her would be merciful insofar as my time with her would be relatively short. Her best, most lucid periods occur in the morning to early afternoon and by then, she becomes tired and begins to...