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Mar 13, 2008
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Mar 29, 2008
Port Saint Lucie,
Florida,
United States
Saturday, March 22, 2008
""Suspected Dentist Impersonator Found in Air Duct"--now sometimes thieves are found in air ducts and it always makes the "life is interesting" feature of the local news. But a "Suspected Dentist?" Why would this person even NEED to hide, let alone in an air duct? Seems to me that if you are smart enough to impersonate a dentist, you are smart enough to find a better place to hide.
Next headline can also be filed under the "Funny and Tragic" heading: "75-pound Stingray Leaps from Water, Killing Woman on Board." It seems a Michigan woman was minding her own business riding in an open powerboat in the Florida keys and a spotted eagle ray which can apparently reach 500 pounds with a 10 foot wingspan, leaped out of the water and smacked her in the head, killing both woman and eagle ray instantly
cookie cutter comples
. I guess the message from that one is simply "when it's your time, it's your time."Today was a non-game day--in other words, a beach day. Only it started to rain again. What's up with that? I'm not sure I'm even going to look like I spent a week in Florida at this rate. Our baseball seats are in the shade and every time we go to the beach it rains. The most sun I've had so far was on the harbor tour in Charleston.
Linda has pointed out an error in a previous post. There are, in fact, people on the street. Old people out walking their small dogs for their health. They are out, but not in droves. OK, OK, we did see one woman walking an English Setter. I want to be accurate in my reporting.
Back to the beach. Today I took a plastic bag with me to collect plastic trash left on the beach. It is just amazing what pigs people are. The quantity of crap that they just leave on the beach is amazing. Did you know that there is something called the Mid-ocean Gyre (well, it is something like that--gyre is definitely part of it. Anyway, this is an area in the mid-Pacific ocean, thousands of miles from land, where the winds and currents create a giant eddy of sorts
Camilles sidewalk internet cafe
. Things, like plastic crap, that float can get caught up in this gyre and just kind of swirl around for eternity. A guy who was sailing from Hawaii to California stumbled upon the gyre and describes mile and mile after mile of the water full of floating plastic stuff. Apparently a lot of it comes from cargo containers that fall overboard from freighters. We learned on our tour of the Port of Savannah that the top few rows of these containers are not lashed down but are intended to fall off in heavy seas, thus lowering the center of gravity for the ship. So all that plastic crap they sell in Wal*Mart sometimes falls into the Pacific Ocean and floats around where fish, turtles and seabirds eat their fill and die. Today I watched with impotent frustration the lid from a 5-gallon bucket float off into the distance on the receding tide. But I still did my part by picking up trash from the beach. I award myself a gold star.I have no pictures to post today. Perhaps I should take a picture of our gated community of identically landscaped stuccoed buildings, all a uniform tan color. I went for a walk and I thought "I could be in a computer generated land" because there was nothing to see beyond these uniform stuccoed tan condo units. Like some mad architect just kept pushing copy--paste; copy--paste; copy--paste. . . ad infinitum.
The pass that we were given to open the gate still doesn't work so we have to call into Security Central to be allowed into our area. The striped arms that go up and down to allow or deny access look pretty flimsy and I'm half tempted to just bust them down. That would be harder since I'm hardly ever driving. Linda claims that since this area is full of ex-New Yorkers she is the only fully qualified driver in the family. The traffic IS pretty aggressive, I have to admit. They honk a lot.
Tomorrow is Easter but I've given up on finding a church. I might just eat peeps and call it good. I'm really a peep purist--the yellow ones with the little beady eyes. We have a game at 1:10 p.m. I think it's against the hated Atlanta Braves, if it isn't them it is against the St. Louis Cardinals. Maybe I'll go photograph the Taco in a Helmet man. Stay turned for more Spring Training adventures.
