Wish You Could Be Here
News out of Miami has been less than cheery yesterday.
Mayhem, shooting, bombs, investigations, MSM -- ack, how tatty and depressing.
I want you to feel as excited, as enthusiastic, and as affectionate as I do, about this city.
For that to happen, you have to use my eyes to see it, but your reactions, I promise to leave to you.
I was raised in a country where every cobblestone is redolent with history.
Miami is not like that. It's a young city, circa 1898. They count in decades here, what others would count in centuries.
But for all that, it lacks the rusty decline of those aged cities, and the awful self-doubt of being passed by.
Miami is springtime eternal, like your first love. And like your first love, you will only remember the very best.
MIAMI - THE MAGIC CITY
I would start the post talking about Miami, and then point to a shot of Miami Beach. But it's just that to some people's minds, the two cities, very much different and not at all with the same flavour, are intertwinable.
Well then so be it!
This little stretch of highway, lined with the depthless palm trees we have here, even after two major hurricanes in two months this year, is called Macarthur Causeway.
It is possibly the most filmed on road in America, with the exception of the Brooklyn Bridge.
And if that is our Brooklyn Bridge, this is our Statue of Liberty -- the Freedom Tower...remember?
These doors to freedom maybe closed, but they are not shut as long as there is an America around.
We will now listen to a stirring Lee Greenwood medley as played on my kazoo.
I am a child of the sea, born to a seafaring nation, and I have the blood of its intrepid sailors deep within.
Looking at the ocean calms me. And no better place than this little corner of the world.
Endless ocean, endless peace.
If the Miami Vice theme song doesn't hit you about now, check your pulse. You may be comatose.
The best part of Miami is Coral Gables, home of the University nobody likes, because everybody is jealous of it.
You would be too, if your campus were a golf course.
Actually, my campus is a concrete graveyard, but I can still visit.
Old Glory fluttering high and proud above the diving board Greg Louganis used to become the greatest diver in the world.
Victoria will take you there!
May this be your last thought, as the snowflakes play on your tongues tomorrow.
I don't know how you are, but we in Miami are Jim Dandy.
And now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to put on my bikini, and to lie by the pool for an hour.
Teehee, I'm so naughty.
(...this was my surprise, Sundries readers!)