I recently had lunch with a friend at Coconuts. Sitting on the outside terrace, we talked about the current situation in the country. Greg asked me if it reminded me of Poland in 1982.
“No,” I said. “Then everyone was affected. And everyone – with a very few exceptions – was against martial law.”
I looked around at the people in T-shirts and shorts, the Arnold Palmers and Bloody Marys, the Intracoastal gleaming behind them. “And you didn’t have this,” I said.
