| The
man in the shadows knows the real truth, but he
dares not speak out lest the woman in tennis
shoes approaching overhears--she'd just blab. |
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| Silly
audience, segues are for kids. Let's fly on a
wing, a prayer and several thousand gallons of
100 octane aviation spirit to Tampa, Florida. |
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| Return
your tray tables to the upright position and know
we couldn't care less about your complaints about
the lack of head/leg room. Walk then. |
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| We
deplaned in time to catch the sunset at Rocky
Point, where a crabber searches for crustaceans
and the meaning of it all in the tidal flats.
Good luck, pal. |
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| The
central business district and old city hall were
horribly disfigured in a train wreck of
architectural styles and themes. Don't stare. |
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| Upon closer inspection,
the damage is even worse than we've been led to
believe. First reports were overly optimistic. |
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| It's
tres post-postmodern all right! The cathedrals of
our time some would say--not me. The cathedrals
of our time have satellite dishes--LOTS of 'em! |
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| All
these lines seem to intersect, but almost never
at right angles or with any sense of purpose. And
the trees? What's the deal with THEM? |
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