Recently my imagination has been
occupied by the fair blue skies. White sandy beaches, and tropical vegetation
of the state. My mother long wanted to go to Florida .
But my father had no interest in visiting the state. So in the summer of
sixty-three. Mom and I took a trip via Greyhound bus to Miami .
Indeed we had so grand the time that she and I returned the following summer.
In nineteen sixty-four and nineteen sixty-five I worked on the first version of
my science fiction novel, which I’m preparing for publication. Small wonder then that I set the novel in Miami
and the Everglades , especially since the setting fit.
Hence my recurring memories of Florida .
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