ONLY IN MIAMI

I had just finished running six miles having to outrun a thunderstorm. I still had to traverse a busy intersection and managed to weave my way across the street. I had one more street to cross before getting to mine and I wearily began to walk across. About half way, I heard the sound of a continuous car horn, and when I looked up and to me left, it was coming right at me. What immediately flashed through my mind was that the car was gonna hit me. An then almost immediately instincts took over.

Somehow, as if all in the same motion, I stopped dead in my tracks and jumped back. The car made no effort to slow down. As I looked up, I saw an old man with an angry face giving me the finger and telling me to, “Wake the fuck up, asshole.” I think he wanted to hit me. He missed me by less than an arms length. How do I know? He was so close, I slammed my fist on his trunk as he sped by. Granted, I was an idiot for not seeing him in the first place, but did I really deserve that treatment? People around here are surprisingly rude. Next time I hit the streets, I’ll be paying strict attention for sure.

GROUNDHOG DAY

I've seen this movie a thousand times. It's one of those movies that you can find somewhere on cable at least once every few weeks or so. You know, like Breakfast Club, Die Hard, Back to the Future, Three Men and a Baby, Ferris Bueller, etc. Yet the very odd thing is that the cable TV execs, for some reason, never play the movie on Groundhog Day. I looked for it again on Friday but no. Apollo 13 was there (again). Some sequel of Back to the Future was there (again). A John Wayne western. But no Phil Connors anywhere. Houston, we have a problem.