This is a journey that I have a vague memory of doing once before. It was March Break 1983, 40 years ago, when I jumped into a rickety old station wagon with three unsavory student buddies, and drove 35 hours from Canada to Florida on a Spring Break race for the sun. We purposely avoided the partying crowds in the popular mainland beach cities by continuing on as far south as the road would take us, the final stop on the Overseas Highway, and found ourselves in laid-back, free-spirited, artistic, quirky, and scenic Key West, a place closer to Cuba than to Miami.