Tiles-by-the-Sea

Dropped these tiles on the streets of Lauderdale-by-the-Sea or somewhere around there .... Amy was left on a bench and the woman whose heart and mind are one was propped against a building between two chairs. But it rained really hard last night .... so I hope someone found them before they got totally soaked or blown away in that crazy wind.

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When Sue has one of her blah days, she feels less colorful than others. I hid her in a cabinet, in a bathroom, at a restaurant, at Gateway Shopping Plaza in Fort Lauderdale. Someone will find her eventually and maybe they'll give her a good home.

A hint of fall

I painted Leroy on an orange background since I've been feeling a hint of fall in the air ... and this being South Florida, there will be no romping through piles of yellow, red, orange and purple leaves or watching the wind magically swirl them around in little circles or even the therapy of raking .... I actually like raking. There's something about it that makes me feel like I'm in control of something, even though most everything in all of our lives has been spinning wildly out of control for years. The whole concept of raking reminds me of a picture I saw on a local blog yesterday of an old lady sleeping on the cold, hard, unforgiving ground just outside a huge window that looks into a gorgeous and very comfortable-looking room. It made me cry ... for many reasons. The comments were even sadder, including one that said "Looks like someone forgot to feed the stray cat." Another said that this woman had been sweeping the streets of South Beach for as long as he could remember, that she doesn't ask for money and that there must be a reason why she keeps sweeping. I'm sure there are many, many reasons. ... Leroy, the guy on my little tile, doesn't rake. He sings opera ... really loudly, in his car every day on the way to work. He's actually quite talented, but no one knows, and no one ever will. Leroy got a little paint on him ... when the tile got a little stuck to another tile .... but life is like that sometimes. I left Leroy at a cafe that shall remain nameless ... in a spot where he is likely to attract a very captive audience. ... One of my tiles got some attention recently, and it makes me a little afraid of being found out on a bigger level. I decided early on that if people I know hear about this and start suspecting that it's me ... I'm just gonna stop ... but I'd really like if I were able to run out of tiles naturally long before that happens.

The gap widens

Some days, it's all about words. Today's one of those days. On the way home I passed a limo a mile long coming out of Himmarshee Village, probably full of champagne-swilling people who have more money than they know what to do with ... I also passed a house in my neighborhood that now has about four trucks parked in front of it every single night ... and never any lights. I'm guessing the people who stay there work for the rich investors who bought up some of the houses around here and now can't unload them. I'm also guessing their workers can't afford places to live so they're letting them live in that house, with no electricity, in return for their continued labor. Every day I see more people getting closer to the edge. Many people are slowly depleting their savings accounts ... and are dangerously close to losing their jobs, as more companies fold or lay off people. I think we'll all soon be forced to change our lifestyles, more than we have already. Maybe we should get used to doing with less now, so the change won't be so shocking. Maybe we should start sharing more of what we do have. Dropped this tile at a McDonald's somewhere on Powerline Road.

Jim goes to West Palm Beach

Left Jim somewhere around Rosemary Street in West Palm Beach, across from the parking garage, not far from City Pizza, which I have to say I didn't like very much. The slices were delish but we were told that if we were only having slices, we would not be able to sit at a table inside. Let me tell ya, this place is no fancier than the Floridian, the 24-hour diner on Las Olas .... AND almost every table was empty. Bottom line, we were starving so we ate outside, which was probably more pleasant anyway ... but ya know, it's the principle. Now, it's an outright boycott. No City Pizza. Down with City Pizza. If the pizza was good I was going to leave Jim there ... but because of their ridiculous policies I left Jim on the street, right along a sidewalk leaning against a building. I watched a couple walk right by and look .... but I think they thought Jim belonged there. Maybe he does.

Dropping Dotty @ Dunkin

Bruno Jones had a style of his own. Think outside the box. Buy some dotty socks ... and dress em up with some plaid shoes.