Dad being a hobbyist pilot, it’s rare I visit home in Miami and don’t get an on-high view of the city and this trip is no different. Rather than the red-barrel Atlas ceramics tiles that are so common in South Florida, however, I saw many swaths of blue – a fairly uncommon roof color under normal circumstances. Recent hurricanes have left a lot of people with damage they’re having trouble hiring people to fix, so many houses sport huge FEMA-branded blue tarps tacked down with long strips.
In talking about it my father was fairly philisophical – every area has occassional catastrophies, he said. “Florida has hurricanes, the midwest has tornadoes, California has earthquakes. What’s the big trouble that sweeps through your adopted home and mucks things up?” he asked me. I thought about it for a few seconds.
“Congress,” I said.
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