I thought I was done writing for a while.. then inspiration came along from a friend of mine struggling in Key West.. Via a message on the Electronic mail....... the fast freight .........
A discussion had come up previously in our correspondence about Fidel a mutual friend of sorts or a mutual acquaintance perhaps more accurate.
Fidel was a refugee from Cuba a Balsero to be exact... Once he got to the Golden shore he quickly became addicted to playing scratch off lottery tickets... up to 350.00 a day of scratching... or until the money ran out and it always did... it was better then eating for him, scratch, scratch, the forever itch.
My friend in Key West told me a story.. he told me to sit down and brace myself, So I fell back in my chair.
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrready? Everyone ....... Fasten you Seat Belts...............
He was riding his bicycle one evening down U.S. 1 and stopped on the North Pine Channel bridge to watch Sunset....... Fidel's Nearly Derelict vessel was anchored near the bridges embankment .... as my buddy was watching sun set he happened to peer down into Fidels boat... he said Fidel Morphed into a Bat... and flew towards the Gulf of Mexico.. He claimed Fidel was a descendant of the Visigoth...... and it was his opinion they were a pure evil people.
Right or Wrong it got me to thinking the following......
We are all descendants of somebody.
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