Monday, May 15, 2006
I have yet to feel any pride or enthusiasm in regards to my recent move from central Texas to south Florida. There is the fact that I have only lived in the place for two weeks, but think about it... The most important news event from my new home recently is the gator attacks. What can I say, maybe you should take a break from your daily jog next to the canals during the gator mating season. Yes, we live close to big dangerous reptiles. I imagine it couldn't be too hard to avoid them. But it is things like this that stand out in my mind when I think of my new home: it is a strange place. Now Texas has its weird places and such, but it does not have a city that was originally settled by Russian circus midgets or a famous retirement area for Latin American dictators ("dictator's row"... I may wrote more on it later). Yes, these are true facts and I'm surprised that they don't advertise more on their circus midget history. I no longer have to wonder how comedic writers such as Carl Hiaason and Dave Berry get their material. They could get a majority of it simply by driving down the Palmetto or picking up the Miami Herald. Hell, thinking of midgets, I have a short comedic story for you just from going the store the other day. We have been sick for the past week. I was blessed by getting an interview because of a hook up through one of Arthur's friends, but unfortunately that same person gave me a cold that I have yet to fully recovered from. I'll have to remember to thank her, but I digress. We were on one of many trips to the store when we both noticed two people suspiciously crawling out of a fence. Right when they made it to the side walk a midget came up quickly on a chopper/small motor bike and almost ran them over on the side walk. The only thing I could think to say is, "Was that a midget?" Arthur and I just looked at each other and laughed. Short, but it was amusing at the time. Oh yes, in regards to my previous post on Baskin Robins... I have discovered that this sort of thing is common in Miami. As in Art's comment, I agree we hadn't been to enough places yet to notice most people in Miami seem incapable of customer service. We went out to eat on South Beach for my birthday and it took them an hour to get out the food because they had put the order in, but it was somehow lost. There are two things you can expect from stores in Miami: no english and no service... There is the exception of some tourist areas. Well the one thing I can give the city is that it is unique, backwards... But unique. Maybe that is the positive part of the city, the fact that it is so damned weird. If nothing else it does make it an interesting place to visit. I am still rationalizing how it makes it a good place to live. I go back to what Arthur had me watch before I came down to Miami, Big Trouble. I could believe that this story is based off of truth. If you don't believe it still just look up the terrorist group Alpha 66 (as shown in picture... Pretty much the regulars of Miami). I drove past its headquarters the other day in Little Havana. Good night!
Posted by el at 11:07 PM