Just checking in.

I've been in all over Southern Florida during the last four days, soaking in all the humidity and West Indian food (bones provided) that I could get my hands on.

This blog has been pretty Euro this August, and it looks like it'll probably continue as I'll be in Philly/NYC next week.

However, I have some stuff in my noodle that is aching to get out.

Of course, that is only because my noodle has a smaller capacity than other, more robust noodles. So, consider the source.

UPDATE: Driving on the freeway around Ft Lauderdale/Miami yesterday, a truck had this written on the back window of his truck:

Muerte al Tirano Castro

Unfortunately, it looks like this Raspuntin-esque cigar smoker still has a few ticks left in him.