“Joe’s Stone Crabs Sign” by Phillip Pessar is licensed under CC BY 2.0 I was sunning on South Beach when a thunderstorm materialized. Lightning struck the top of a lifeguard stand and rain started to pelt me. I sought cover in a grove of trees, but...
Photo by Boston Public Library / CC BY-NC 2.0 We show our love by slurping oysters, three dozen to be exact—two dozen raw and unadorned, a dozen served “dirty,” splattered with sour cream, red onion and red lump caviar. All doused with lemon and Tabasco. Dad and I are...
Photo: Helen89 / Shutterstock.com Five different times during our seven day visit,we trekked over to Eaton Street. Our facespressed the glass window, our hands cuppedour eyes. Looking for Judy. We donned our masks, meandered aisles.Perused displays. Eventually spent...
there are two men in my assigned bathtub.One claims the middle seat.I like the middle he announces.It sounds sexual but isn’t. He’s an all-beige man, with bleached skin and bleached teeth, the color of an over-proofed virgin. No one listens to him or the hymns he is...
Photo: VIAVAL TOURS / Shutterstock.com Mayor Buddy Dyer welcomes meback to the City Beautiful, the city magical, mythical, the fantasy land, town of scientific marvels& facade; but the gateway to thehappiest place on Earth still feels like high school suicide to...
