"You know how Floridians always say, "We don"t care how you did it in New York?"" Kip asked me, exasperated.
"Nobody actually says that," I joked, dropping bread in the toaster with one hand and scrambling eggs with the other. "They just write it on bumper stickers."
"My point is--they don"t care how I did it in California either." Kip rested his forehead on the edge of my kitchen table and stared dejectedly at the floor, deep in thought, or deep in denial, maybe both.
Only six months ago, Kip (who wasn"t my boyfriend yet, well, actually he was still my ex-boyfriend--it"s a little complicated) had moved here from California to take over as Director of Broward County Parks, and he was having a rough time of it. When he first started, it was all about org charts and flow charts, flora and
