April in Central Florida: Where the Humidity Starts Whisperin’ Sweet Nothins’
Folks, let me tell you somethin’ right off the bat: I reckon I’m what they call a “Florida cracker” these days. For those of y’all who think it means a salty snack, it’s just an old-time Floridian who’s more at home in a jon boat than a Jaguar. And in April, bein’ a cracker means…

