Life in the War Zone
A couple of years ago I got it in my head that I wanted to live in Miami. I'd visited many times before, had been lost in Hialeah more times than I cared to mention. After growing up in a town where they roll the sidewalks up at four in the afternoon, I wanted more -- life, tall buildings, sun, palm trees.
So I moved. I got a job (more about that fiasco at another point), rented a flat in a high rise and settled in to live the fantasy for a year or two. I figured that would be enough time to get my ya-yas out.
Then came Covid 19. Yeah, I know, it hit the planet like a ton of bricks. I'm not the only one. Gotcha.
The Covid era has only been around for six months if not less, and as of today Miami has the dubious honor of being "the epicenter."
Look, Ma, I live in the epicenter! But it's not the epicenter of a virus which is bugging me now, it's the epicenter of a political system that boggles my mind.
I grew up in Rhode Island. EVERYONE knows our politics were crooked, though perhaps not as bad as Jersey. But Florida?
Yikes, I've had my eyes open, the inanity of it all overwhelms.
So I'm going to write my thoughts here, from high atop the 17th floor. I'm going to write about Life in the War Zone, how this wild and wooly city copes with one of the weirdest and deadliest news stories ever.
Put on your seat belts and grab those masks, people, it's going to be a messy ride.
So I moved. I got a job (more about that fiasco at another point), rented a flat in a high rise and settled in to live the fantasy for a year or two. I figured that would be enough time to get my ya-yas out.
Then came Covid 19. Yeah, I know, it hit the planet like a ton of bricks. I'm not the only one. Gotcha.
The Covid era has only been around for six months if not less, and as of today Miami has the dubious honor of being "the epicenter."
Look, Ma, I live in the epicenter! But it's not the epicenter of a virus which is bugging me now, it's the epicenter of a political system that boggles my mind.
I grew up in Rhode Island. EVERYONE knows our politics were crooked, though perhaps not as bad as Jersey. But Florida?
Yikes, I've had my eyes open, the inanity of it all overwhelms.
So I'm going to write my thoughts here, from high atop the 17th floor. I'm going to write about Life in the War Zone, how this wild and wooly city copes with one of the weirdest and deadliest news stories ever.
Put on your seat belts and grab those masks, people, it's going to be a messy ride.
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