ONA, Florida — It all started last week with an email invitation.
Spend the day on a mystery tour.
Bring cash and wear comfortable shoes.
I was a little reluctant to accept since I am not big on surprises, but something said to respond and accept the offer.
I promised myself that the worst case senario
would end in a tired, thirsty Derrick hiking up the side of a beach in mid-June, twenty paces or so behind the rest of the g… (View original article)