Last week I went on a 350-mile road trip--700 roundtrip-- Ocala to Naples then back.
As I entered I-75 south of Ocala, I was immediately surrounded by a school of Ferraris, about a dozen of them, off to a car show somewhere. (I LOVE Ferraris--any Ferrari. I would sell my liver to get one).
Some in the pack were old, most were new-ish; it was heady company to be in. We swam together for 10 minutes or so, but finally I pulled ahead and left them behind me. Being so high profile,
I LOVE the beach. I was at St Pete Beach last week with my daughter and granddaughter. I wanted to enjoy it one more time before the Big Change happens...
When I made my decision to stay in Florida and never go back to where it snows, it was on a beach, at night, under balmy starry skies in February. My first habitation in Florida was in the unfinished house my parents were building on an island in the Gulf of Mexico. For three months I fell asleep with the neverending sound of the
Well, here it is, 5/12ths of the way through 2010 and I finally remember that I have a blog to feed over in Wired New York.
Here's some food, for thought...
I have been avoiding my computer recently. Some mystery malfunction shuts off SimCity when I want to play God, and the game is denied me. I can't figure out what has happened, and I'm tired of trying, so since making little cartoon cities is half the reason I go to my computer and that is now denied me, I go to
For me, it was a hell of a good ten years. I had plenty of money, good health and a comfy life. During the 2000s my kids had kids, I changed my cars like I change my sheets, I toured the Hemisphere, indulged in things I had waited a long time to do.
My fortunes rose and fell with the times so I'm no longer in that particular financial position and my health ain't so great either, but it was a really good run.
Still, there are darker clouds gathered than the ones I have seen
>> How The Wheels All Came Off At Once...
It's nearly antique now, and seemingly overnight it has developed a series of glitches and things in need of repair.
It ran like a Swiss watch for generations, purring along and doing all the right things at the right times, despite a few bumps in the road. Like any well-maintained object, it broke a few times and it was often hard to start in the morning, but it would give clear signs of stress if I pushed it too hard, warning
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