Icarus Grits

inside a cypress dome on gator hook trail, big cypress national preserve.

a wonderful four days with rg in naples, possibly the most paradisiacal city ive ever seen.  even if it doesnt have a morrison’s.

some quotes ill never forget:

‘this road goes from tampa to miami, right through the internet.’ rg, describing the route home from the airport, meaning the everglades.

‘she had a little underbite that matched her little dog’s underbite.’ sg, on her late mother-in-law.

‘you can tell that he walked around around in circles before he died.’ rg, investigating a set of loopy bird tracks surrounding a dead seagull on the beach.  i dont call her the closet ornithologist just to hear myself squawk.