If you’re reading this, you’re frozen. Done. Stranded. It is February, the most dismal, depressing month of the year and here you are, trapped in one of the coldest winters LBI has lived through in many years. Maybe your Florida rental got messed up/snowed on/washed away. Perhaps your ever-welcoming friends on Marathon Key have iced you out after the recent presidential election.

As someone born in February, I feel your pain. Obviously, your parents got a little busy one May and here you are, like…