JUMP AT THE SUNS

It was like something out of Zora Neale Hurston’s novel, “Their Eyes Were Watching God.” The part where Janie and Tea Cake go out to work in the muck of the Florida Everglades while the Seminoles and other migrant workers — taking heed to the impeding hurricane, headed north to higher ground. I imagine Tallahassee might have been one of those places. The weekend I drove roughly five hours from Atlanta down to Tallahassee found most of Florida and Georgia’s east coasts and out