A New Day

It's a new day! Thank goodness for R.E.M. sleep. It is cleansing. I did not trade in the markets yesterday but played golf, enjoyed a very engaging conversation on the economy with two very smart people, drank a few beers, and ate fish at Rockaway Frenchy's on Clearwater Beach while watching the sky turn pink over the ocean in the western horizon. Unemployment does have some benefits!

I love identifying stars, planets, and constellations. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to locate the Northern Cross last night. Maybe I'll have better luck tonight . . . ah, tonight . . . game one of the World Series between the Tampa Bay Rays and the Philadelphia Phillies . . . I will be there, and I am excited!

Today I went to lunch in Tampa on south Howard Boulevard at a small restaurant called Daily Eats. I loved it. While eating on the patio, I noticed a car drive in with a black Delaware license plate and a dog hanging its head out the window. I lived in Delaware once upon a time and have always wondered about those black license plates. A beautiful young woman wearing a Phillies ball cap emerged from the vehicle and came into the restaurant, so I decided it was time to find out about the enigmatic black Delaware tags. The girl really didn't flirt with me though, which I still think is weird. She must be gay. She did tell me that her father handed the license plate down to her and that it is "worth a fortune," because the black tags are sequential and no longer being produced. Then, strangely, she said, "They are illegal, but the cops in Delaware don't know that." Hmmm. The encounter wasn't a total loss, I guess, since I obtained some new information, but I still wish she had batted her eyes at me or given me a Sarah Palin wink!