February 11, 2012 7:08PM – Updated: February 11, 2012 10:16PM
We wisely delayed our Florida visitation, hoping that the EPA and the fumigators would have the air purified. The presidential speech-making thing left a lot of vitriolic atmospheric corrosion, you know.
Some of those rich guys have enough money to buy the White House, which, I reckon, is what they are trying to do.
I heard one grinning voter say that GOP stood for “Get Out Please.”
This exhibition of immaturity is a bipartisan thing — this year it featured Republican aspirants on their ego trips. Next time it may be Democrats, if they can find enough really rich adults who are spoiled, looking for fame.
One of the fellows sang a bit of “America the Beautiful,” but I don’t know why. He is better at making money than making music. He got the words right, though, which is something to be proud of.
The sniping like school kids is what makes America great. It seems to me that this group making the rounds does it better than any of their predecessors.
This invasion of political candidates and the money they bring in may be a boost for Florida, a state that has one of the highest jobless rates in the country.
I believe the influx of snowbirds from up north has slowed a bit, but it is still impressive.
I don’t know what the continuing recession has done to the price of Key Lime pie in the sunshine state, or to the price of grouper. Fort Myers Beach T-shirts may cost more this year, so I will refrain from extravagant purchases like that.
A year ago there was a scare in Florida over the fate of owls. A study showed the owl population was decreasing — their after-dark forays in search of insects to eat seemed to be easing up. I suppose that made bugs happy, but I didn’t interview any of them.
Maybe fewer owls, but there are more big ugly pythons crawling around in the Everglades, eating up the little creatures who have lived there for years.
Some are so big it takes three or four guys to handle them — even desperate jobless folks won’t volunteer for that.
There always is a crisis in this big state. Another one is traffic which is much more congested than it ever was in Elnora, or even in downtown Hobart. At my age, driving is a test, and I barely pass the test down here in the sunshine.
Why do so many tourists have to go out for breakfast or lunch when I am trying to get there?
The food thing reminds me of a search I make every year. I am looking for the guy I met in the doughnut section of our big food store. It was a few years back. He was younger than I — most everyone is — but he was aging. We looked, silently, at the pastry stuff and finally he said “At our age, it won’t matter. Let’s go for it!” I like that guy, and I hope he is around to vote for somebody. A guy like that should be president.
I will keep looking for bumper stickers like the one that said “When I retire I will move to the Midwest and drive real slow.”
Sunset over the Gulf is a thing of beauty, and aging tourists like me are touched by this piece of natural art — it makes politics seem, well, so man-made.