Florida

I first went to Florida as a 12-year old with my parents, not long after the Sunshine State had been cleared of dinosaurs. It was so long ago that the Yankees—as in Berra, Ford, Mantle, Maris—trained at Ft. Lauderdale, where we spent close to a week in the June heat. I didn’t go back until 2011, when Clare was playing college softball. March is definitely cooler than June (we also visited the Everglades, where I was nearly carried off by mosquitoes), and a lot more fun if your kid is hitting homeruns. I won’t be going back this month, but Clare is. She’s headed to Sarasota, where the White Sox held spring training, 1960-1997; the Orioles train there now. I’ll have to tell my daughter. Given how the O’s have played the last few years, baby Leo might be able to walk on.