Segment 31: When a Third WorldCame West

We stood linking the ends of each others hands in front of Diane more because it was the thing to do than because we really wanted to do it because we both felt uncomfortable and kept shifting our weights as we stood.  There we were under the white bridal arch with wicker X’s that crossed and made room for the fake plastic ivy vines to wind through their spaces to create a border that was as contrived as Sam’s idea for going through with this…

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            I took Sam the next day to Our Daily Bread which was the homeless shelter located on Central Avenue parallel to Orange Avenue and kitty corner to the Bob Carr Theater on West Livingston street and across from the Omni Hotel where my uncle had had his wedding.  I held onto the steering wheel of my Volkswagen and promised him that if he slept here everynight that I’d get him or buy him dinner and bring him lunch anyway I could and I gave him all the best blankets we had, the two… Continue

            We were leaving Miami defeated with an empty pizza box defeated, listening to Paul Okenfoald on the cd changer for the fifth time and Sam had complained that my Fugees album that I’d bought on the way down from Savannah , Georgia next to a Payless was too old to be listening to and I thought he was right and looked out the window.  The palm trees and highway sidewalling were starting to look less tropical now as The Florida Turnpike nearedFort Lauderdaleand as we headed further…

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