Going to Back to Gville
Like most of our trips, this one started at about 3:30 am as we dragged sleepy selves to catch a 6 am flight. Look at the joy on Harper's face. By the way, her disappointment was as driven by our refusal to buy her a salad out of the "fresh" vending machine at 4:30 am as it was at the time of day. Seriously? Vending machine salad? We had a pitstop at JFK, long enough to pick up some Baked by Melissa minis, which made everyone a bit perkier. Plus, T5 has the best soundtrack. Any terminal that spins cuts by the National is a-okay in my book! Then, Jacksonville, the go-to airport for most of my life. We found our lunch at Zaxby's . Oh, Zaxby's chicken fingers! You'll never be Guthrie's, but what chicken finger could compete with the deliciousness of gas-station driven thru chicken fingers, eaten in the Archer Road Target parking lot. None chicken finger, that's what. Still, Zaxby's is a solid substitute: fr...