Another cold front’s uncurling across Florida and blowing hard; it’s licking up waves on the bay the size of manila envelopes and ripping open their papery tops. Same old shit.  I cursed the ugly sight out-loud and returned back inside my condo, pulling the sliding glass do

Mercifully, my interview on the Channel 4 News at Noon! was muted on the small flat screen television hanging behind the lunch counter.  I’d dragged in maybe five minutes when it came on.  I gave the waitress a very tired looking smile and I’d ordered a burger,/

A few seconds ago, the Gulf swallowed the sun. Now everywhere along the sidewalks and crawling up the building facades, sharp, black shadows are out marking their territory. But thing's are moving fast, the planet's gliding that short, snapping arc of wintertime

I'd been heading south on I-75 for almost two hours when I lifted onto the shallow arch of the Peace Bridge and was now flying over the Caloosahatchee River.  Fort Myers, Florida.  Dead ahead.

As pretty of an evening as you could ask for.  The