Crawfordville, Fl. 32327.
The rush-hour going home traffic around sevenish is particularly dangerous. My guess is because so many people stopped and picked up a twelve pack at the local gas station. I’ve seen the men down two whole beers before reaching their truck.
That’s a lot farther East than where I go. But it seems like a fun place. I hang around from Pensacola to Destin when I used to vacation. Don’t know if I’ll be able to do that anymore courtesy of Brandon.