The Sad Buzz

So our local neighborhood ended, and a bit sadly. Willie the Bee Man came out to the scene of the downed gumbo limbo (ha ha ha) and found that the hive had been crushed, and, apparently when that happens, the bees must be, well, put down.

Reports came that the bee-icide involved some 10,000 bees, now silenced, and more importantly, no longer polinating our botanical wonders.

But, the road is open again, and the felled gumbo limbo (ha ha ha) sits on the rehabbing in progress property, in all its red bark glory.

I passed our part time FHP security trooper this am, a very nice woman of indeterminate race and ethnicity. She rolled down her window as I walked by, to ask me about the bee business. We both observed a moment of silence.

In other news, the exciting buzz for me is the beginning of Canes season -- now less than a month away. I got an email from fellow fanatic Jeannine this am, inviting the visiting South Florida hordes to her house north of Orlando for a Friday night barbecue.

Wifey is excited, not about the game, but about the dog. Jeannine and her husband Ray have an Australian Shepherd named Apache, the star of many FaceBook entries, and one of those dogs who may be as smart as a human. We've never met him, and Wifey will finally get to do so. My family is truly nuts about dogs...

It looks like tailgating may be a problem at the former Tangerine Bowl -- the lots are all used by corporate sponsors. So I think we'll all meet pre game at Church Street, and drink appropriately. Church Street was a fun hangout for my brothers and I during college -- Rosie O'Grady's was an adult version of Disney, and we spent several fun and memorable nights there. It'll nostalgic to go back.

Of course, back in 1981 we cared passionately about Canes football, drinking together, and laughing, whereas in 2019 we care passionately about Canes football, drinking together, and laughing.

So that's the latest.