The Devil’s Playground

The sun rose that day like every other before it, breaking through the early morning haze that blanketed the gulf coast of Florida, not quite smog not quite fog just smothering denseness that would soon burn off with the rising sun. Winter was already breaking and the heat of summer was just beginning to nibble at the edges of the weekly forecasts shamelessly predictable and monotonously provided by the purveyors of the local cable conglomerate. It had been two weeks since the “spring ahead” ridiculousness that was daylight savings time and most folks had begun adjusting to a new sleep pattern, not that they would so easily abandon this excuse for being late to most everything but definitely Sunday morning church. Read more ›