Tourism.

On Saturday morning, I'm leaving Northwest Ohio for the state of Florida to take full advantage of their tourism industry. I'm staying in a condo, and I'm going to go to restaraunts and play golf. I will contribute to the Floridian economy. In the process, I will read a book or two, take in the ocean view, and try not to leave too heavy a footprint. The exchange is mutually beneficial.

Vacations are great. I am ecstatic at the prospect of sitting on my ass and doing nothing for seven days straight. I'm no workaholic, and I find no merit in busting one's ass to the point of physical and mental breakdown when there are golf courses to humble us and restaraunts with free refills and desert menus. Americans should have more vacation time. Orations about "family values" have of late been coopted as a coded form of hate speech against homosexuals when the term is better applied to actually spending time with one's family. Goofing off, sleeping in, staying up late, eating at odd hours and wandering places you've never been together truly makes one value their family. I intend to do all these things for a week straight, and as much as possible when I return.

And I just might pick up a t-shirt before I leave.