David Eber David Eber

From Freezing My Nuts in Annapolis to Warming Hearts (and Maybe More) in Key West.

There’s only so long a man can scrape ice off a deck before admitting he’d rather be chasing sunsets — and maybe a little companionship — somewhere warmer. This winter, Ohana and I are pointing south, trading frostbite for flip-flops, and cold nights for something a lot warmer (rum runners, good friends, or if I’m lucky… someone special who doesn’t mind a captain with salt in his beard).

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