I'm here in St. Pete. There's a nice beach not too far away, where I ran this morning, and an all-80s station that is both enjoyable and repetitive. The air is thick and warm, and the birds sing in the mornings. There are a slew of famous and obscure chain stores and restaurants, repeated at approximately 1/4 mile increments, so I got lost on the way back from the beach this morning, and kept asking myself, "Did I pass that Home Depot, or was that a different one? There's another Chick Fil-A. Hmmm. Have I gone past my turnoff? Is that the car dealership I saw on my way, or not?"
Got my hands full with my 21 sailors. But if you're looking for something to read, my dear friend and all-around smart straight talker Anthony Citrano has finally written something he and I have been talking about for years, about beauty and power.
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