I love when art imitates life but even more so when vice versa happens.
And it is, on the beaches of Florida, a/k/a "God's waiting room."
Turns out the hanging chads were just the curtain going up on the Divine Comedy.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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