A Few Takes

A News FLASH spins on three local TV stations: "Monkey Loose." Station one shows us where the monkey has been, station Two shows the monkey captured in a cage and station Three shows us the empty cage where the monkey chewed its way out. A newscaster stands in front of the camera and says, "We want you to know, that we have now established a Monkey Hot Line."

I envision a chimpanzee holding a cell phone, then my mind whips to a woman I met several weeks ago, who was leaving South Florida because people are unfriendly. She sits in her packed car. An Igloo cooler rests on the passenger seat. It contains her dead parrot on dry ice. She’d like to put said parrot on a raft and float it out to sea if she can find a biodegradable raft. She is driving to Boca Raton to consult friends before continuing to Alabama which I think is not a good idea.

I remember the Terrorist Bees of Boca. A beekeeper in Deerfield Beach was reported because his bees allegedly flew two miles north to the Boca Raton Executive Airport and deposited bee droppings on planes. The camera zooms to the bee keeper, who says that bees do not fly two miles for this activity. The camera zooms to a large women who on the Boca Raton City Council. She announces, "We cannot have bees in Boca Raton. Boca Raton is a growing community."

I try to connect a monkey on the run, and the bee keeper’s with these warring honey pots in the Middle East.. New cars roll into gas stations. The front page of the Sunday New York Times boasts a photograph of a navy man hitting golf balls off the fantail of a carrier. I hear Fort Lauderdale school kids are protesting their right to wear pajamas to school because they feel more comfortable.

I must admit, "It’s a long day."