One year ago today: March 25, 2023, dammit, Tennessee.
Five years ago today: March 25, 2019, the rusty urinal.
Nine years ago today: March 25, 2015, where's the breakthrough, bois?
Random years ago today: March 25, 2001, studying the tax act.
What a hectic day, I won't report much. I got to the bank late, figuring I'll stop for a sandwich and coffee. Sixteen bucks. I took the scenic route to Miami, the west route via Arcadia, Immokalee, and down Alligator alley. One of the most scrutinized roads in America. Drive it high speed twice a day and get your house knocked over. Murderers flooding across the border is no reason for the Florida police to lighten up on the locals. Getting a late start means I did not arrive in Maimi until just after dark. Once again, there is no place to stop for a coffee between Fort Meade and Miami. Except gas stations if you like that.
I listened to the remainder of "Mastered by Love", and in the end Royce's brother tried to ravage Minerva. They did not identify him until late in the book, calling him just "he", but causing me a dozens of points to think I had missed something. The prevailing theory at the time was that only a life-threatening situation could a true love be revealed, so that was their turn. I can't recommend this book unless you like draw-out descriptions of improbable sexual encounters, with the floweriest of language. The weather was perfect, I took six hours for the three hour drive, most of it with the window down and my arm out.
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Nothing to report at the Miami terminus. Now that JZ finally has a coffee maker, the entire evening was taken up by catching up on information and the changing situation with Caltier. He's being given the runaround by the bureaucracy, but this is one of the major reasons I got out of Miami long ago. They never leave you alone. I doubt it is possible any longer to live in Miami for an entire year any more without running afoul of some law or regulation.
I way we should show up because we are passed the age we can walk in for free and we know where all the fun exhibits are. We don’t know which Fair will be our last and you always get at least one or two pretty women showing up with the thousands otherwise. JZ says now the gates are like airports and they check your bags. Why? Because there was a shooting incident last year. Probably 99% of us could tell you what and who did it, but now it is an excuse to search everybody.
I found this image of the “security” crew training. Anybody who wanted to get a gun into the fair would just have a home-boy throw it anywhere over the mile-long fence around the parking lot. This is not racist, everybody know who causes the trouble, even themselves. I figure this, like the airports, is just another inconvenience and the way to plan it is to get there early. Except on-line there is no agreement on what time the Fair opens. Somewhere between 9:30AM and 11:00AM. I mean, do they really have to confuse the issue by announcing what time the parking lot opens?
