Saturday, December 27, 2025

"Apparently."

  To our timing, off.  

  "Not really our fault." 

  Above our heads, under the manhole, all of Miami was having a dance off.  Military action half a world away had precipitated Censors to first use restraint, then refrain from using geographic terms.  This caused cruise ships to bypass islands and head for larger ports. 

  A garden hose running from a movie set tin can, a trailer, down into the manhole was serving as a "walkie talkie". 

  "Now it's Haitians v. Puerto Ricans," was basically the last update on the dancing because many thousands of dancing feet shifted the manhole cover absolutely closed.  A man in Vegas dancing fabric skin pulled the cut hose and looked at it.  "Anybody got matches?" 

  "Not since Tonga wiped us out." 




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