The first time I saw her was in some small hick town, parking in an outside slot – where I like to be when I’m not hiding – and getting ready to take a break. I see her walking into a stop-and-puke in the next building over.
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Encounters
How many of those “freedom-loving Cubans” now ensconced in Florida will return once the great Castro Satan of the western hemisphere has been banished to the dustbin of history?
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There was a bike parked by the ATM, and when I walked inside an old-timer in a well-used riding jacket was in front of me. After he left I picked up my cash and walked back outside, hoping to catch him before he got back on the road.
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When she got out it was obvious that she was on her way to a reception of some sort: dark slacks, well-worn brown shoes and a white blouse with the sleeves rolled up past her elbows. In her haste to get air I think she forgot about those rolled-up sleeves.
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Somewhere on the road The Sundance Bar & Restaurant
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