Not that I need to explain myself, because if you show up to read a blog called “Greetings from Niceville — we’re all mad here” then you probably don’t get hung up on rational explanations.
Still, I have to begin somewhere . . . and before I do, here’s what you need to know.
My acquaintances love Niceville; the photos look breathtaking; the sun is always shining. It’s all very suspicious.
Join me if you like– down the Rabbit Hole.