That Pimpernel--ever the practical, if dissolute lecturer--took me to task for being too glum; and he is right. It is through these blogs, though, that we can explain why we are sometimes distant or disillusioned; why we are sad.

Whatever; it is important to keep the chins up and nowhere can that be better done than at this address: 12th and Ocean Drive. It is a magnet for madness.


There are daily poseurs who, at mid-day, arrive with a attitude that in no way is matched by their wardrobe assistant's talents. They do, however, received the attention and good will accorded to anyone with the gumption to wear a wig like that at noon.

Unfortunately, they come under the scrutiny of established stars of that infamous corner and seldom survive for long. Survival, indeed triumph, is attained by great talent, superb styling, and a poison ring.

And although a great beauty like Darko may drive up on his scooter to say hello and pick up his tax papers amidst gasps and adoration....

...true beauty can--at that corner--be more easily found in the back alley in the form of a mystifying abandonment of a pair of gold, lame', open-toed, high heels.

That corner speaks volumes of what goes on in this city.