My quietness has a man in it, he is transparent
and he carries me quietly, like a gondola, through the streets.
He has several likenesses, like stars and years, like numerals.
― Frank O’Hara
There WAS a red wave in Florida. A real crimson tsunami. My wife, a registered Democrat, actually said out loud as she sealed her mail-in ballot, “I can’t believe I am voting for Charlie Crist.”
Sometimes it comes down to candidate quality, like Moscow Mitch said.
Mid-November typically finds us seeking tropical tranquility.
A whole different world ninety minutes from home.
No dogs even.