Dad being a hobbyist pilot, it’s rare I visit home in Miami and don’t get an on-high view of the city and this trip is no different. Rather than the red-barrel Atlas ceramics tiles that are so common in South Florida, however, I saw many swaths of blue – a fairly uncommon roof color under normal circumstances. Recent hurricanes have left a lot of people with damage they’re having trouble hiring people to fix, so many houses sport huge FEMA-branded blue tarps tacked down with long strips.
In talking about it my father was fairly philisophical – every area has occassional catastrophies, he said. “Florida has hurricanes, the midwest has tornadoes, California has earthquakes. What’s the big trouble that sweeps through your adopted home and mucks things up?” he asked me. I thought about it for a few seconds.
“Congress,” I said.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.
Hmm, guess I just did.
My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.
