RHODY ROTS: Now That I got Your Attention

Okay, I'm back.

I'm not sure what that means since on many occasions I have "taken off" from social media mentally out of sheer boredom.  

I spent two years living in the City of Miami -- NOT Miami Beach only tourists and silly college students want to spend any time there. I certainly did not.

That said I'm finding myself at loose ends here in Rhode Island again -- can't tell you how slow the place seems, crawling along at its usual lumbering pace. I see it every day. 

We've been struggling with a EPIC bridge repair issue right in Providence - meaning that folks are enduring major traffic jams because SOMEBODY didn't see a bridge falling apart before their eyes. That someone failed to spot the mess is frightening.

After returning I note people who have never left Rhode Island praising its virtues - shocked that those same folks don't see what I see -- the lack of anything new to see. That's because they don't look -- including at bridges that are falling down around them.

I had a blog in Miami which I called "Miami Moans." Clearly, if I'm living in the biggest little state of confusion I can't use that title anymore. And honestly "Rhody Rots" isn't exactly cool.

So I'm getting deep into the Wayback Machine and heading to the first blog I scribbled -- Anachronous Anaesthesia.

What the hell I'm going to write about now is going to be affected a LOT by living in a big city like Miami - it changed me. Completely. I realized that I truly love cities -- but REAL ones, not tiny ones like Providence or Boston (which people in New England "think" is a city because they've never been elsewhere. Or to a real city, for that matter.) 

The photo attached IS Brickell, part of the City of Miami. It took seconds for me to get accustomed to that view -- and it's forever locked in my heart. Why am I back in Rhode Island?

Good question, wish I had a good answer. Maybe it's in the deep recesses of my cranium. Hope I can get it out. Hope I don't fall down from one of the various bridges that are in dire need of repair. 

Amen, and pass the mustard.