Just before I left Florida, my friend Ricci gave me a dragonfly, with this message written on the wings:
“All that glitters is not gold. All who wander are not lost.”
I’m sleepy now as I write this. Uninspired for the most part, sneezing in an auto repair shop, where I’m getting the oil changed in Joe’s car. It’s 9 a.m. on a Wednesday and I’m drinking Timmy Ho’s out of a plastic travel mug. Mechanic’s coffee is always too black and too dank for my taste buds, so I usually bring my own.