When I was growing up in Brooklyn, I dreamed of owning a covertible and driving with the top down..Maturity brought some considerations to this matter: allergies, the effort to roll it up and down, my contact lenses being upset in my eyes and more recently, the sunburn index. While in Florida this week, I was offered the keys to my brother-in-law’s convertible for a day. A glorious-one of the top ten weather days it was- so I applied thick sunblock, a hat and shades. I was a quick study to the automated top and Sirius radio. It didn”t take long for me to feel the wind and sing along with Fleetwood Mac and think about growing up in Brooklyn. All good!