Reading of Southside’s arrest at Aventura this week made me wonder if the rule about an arrest enhancing a rapper’s cred still applies when it happens at a mall.
Key West’s ban on feeding chickens has been extended to pigeons, ducks, and geese. “Thanks a lot, big guy,” I can imagine a pigeon on Petronia saying to a rooster. It seems pelicans remain exempt, perhaps because you don’t see them roaming the streets. Though maybe now you will, as they notice their slimmed down feathered friends.
Got an email early this morning from the structural house mover in Seattle saying he's waiting for my response "as I want to publish this piece as soon as possible." I thought I had responded, but then I realized I had only written about him on my blog, which apparently he is not as big a reader of as he claims.
Saturday I picked up my glasses at the optician's - same frame, new lenses - and Sunday I was still catching a faint whiff of the technician's perfume.
I used to hate saying goodbye to cities I’d become attached to after a week. Now I hate seeing shows I’m streaming end.
So far this year I've seen more doctors than friends.