About 20 years ago, I was at a business meeting at the Mariott Sawgrass Resort in Jacksonville. After the meeting, I went out for a run from the hotel to the beach. My run took me across some vacant areas near a creek. I stopped to, uh, relieve pressure on my bladder. While I was doing so, I spotted fresh croc tracks right nearby. I believe I broke the World Record for the Quarter Mile Dash after that sighting.
Ntra la porta tua lu sangu � sparsu, E nun me mporta si ce muoru accisu... E s'iddu muoru e vaju mparadisu Si nun ce truovo a ttia, mancu ce trasu.
