|A lemon by any other name might be sweeter|
|Tuesday, December 31, 2013 10:58 AM|
By KYLEE BAUMLE
When I was a little girl, my grandparents left the cold winters of Ohio and made like snowbirds for Florida. They would go down to Bradenton sometime in the fall, come home for Christmas, and then go back down until spring.
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