When I was a little boy living in Sandusky, Ohio I was scared to death of alligators. I used to imagine that the gators were under and around my bed, waiting for me to make a wrong move. Maybe I watched too many Tarzan or Jungle Larry movies. But that fear must have been a premonition. My parents first moved our family, all twelve of us kids to Bay City, Michigan then to Maitland, Florida. Our stay in Maitland was short-lived and we ended up in rural Zellwood, Florida, a half hour north of Orlando and pretty much in the Deep South. Now my fear of alligators turned to fascination. In jun more...
