It's noon-ish on a rainy, humid, rather hot Monday in South Florida. The ground outside our house is muddy and gummy to walk. I suspect  that, at any moment, the house may sink back into the swamp it was built on. So where are we? The bad news from Washington continues... I have stopped following … Continue reading Andiamo

Club Ibis

Fourteen days before my wife and I hit New York running. We are going to stay at the Marrakech Hotel on the UPW for 10 days. Can't wait to leave the swamps of trailer park ignorance, or wherever igneous minds appear to have permanently calcified, here in lovely FLA. We used to live in Manhattan, … Continue reading Club Ibis