I'm in Chicago; the city of cratered streets, crumbling concrete, broken down, torn up, rusted out, shabby - northern. I've been in the land of milk and honey, sand and sunshine for a while and coming home is like a bad dream. How could I have lived here all these years?
Saturday, driving north through Florida, we passed long military convoys; Humvies with rocket launchers, tanks on trailers headed south - the direction of Cuba.
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2 comments:
Crankiness and paranoia. That's one up on me. As for the roads, maybe you need a safe, secure and smooth riding SUV. Might I suggest a Yukon XL? It does come in Flex Fuel 85 ethanol.
Why not a tank? It looks like a war zone anyway.
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