Your Evening Sift

It's been a gloomy Saturday in Broward, for the most part. We got chased off the golf course at around 11 when the skies unloaded but not before we got in 14 holes. It continues to sprinkle here, making it look like a good night to spend inside reading the evening Sift and listening to the Turndown Service later on.

A- Some Cranky Guy shares his Saturday morning of wandering with us.

Speaking of unexpected turns, on the way home my wife suddenly directed me me to turn into Jesse Durkos Nursery on 5151 SW 70th Ave in Davie. A place well hidden. But one worth the adventure of locating. The place is like a tropical gardens. In fact, we have paid to visit tropical gardens that were not as nice as this place. We have been working on creating a butterfly garden in our back yard. We have a number of different plants, and so far have attracted tons of Monarch butterflies, plus Zebras, and three other varieties that my wife can name but all I can say is they are orange, one is yellow and one is deep black or blue with yellow edges. No,wait, that was the peanut butter sandwich I had for lunch at work yesterday.

B- Mambi Watch claims that a Cuban-American organization that works with U.S. humanitarian missions in Cuba is preparing a campaign of provocation against the Castro regime.

C- They're sourcing Pravda and finding it "interesting" at babalu.


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D- $3 valet parking will be available at restaurants in the Design District, according to All Purpose Dark.

E- Superbee made it to the George Clinton concert at The Florida Room last night.

It was sort of amazing being in sweating distance of a musical legend - and I did have a good time...but it was surreal. And George Clinton should probably leave his 70s repertoire alone, so that we can all remember what "We Want the Funk" sounded like, as sung from a voice not fried by crack.

Oh, one more nugget: before George started singing, he drew graffiti all over a canvas behind him, and then rubbed mustard on it. After the show Liza wanted the canvas. We asked around, and finally found a guy from the Florida Room who could quote the price - she asked how much the canvas was, and he said, "fifty," at which she and I said "Fifty bucks? Deal!"

And then the guy said, "No, $50,000.00 - the canvas alone costs $50.00," at which point we burst out laughing in the guy's face. Seriously? 50K? We watched it get scrawled on. In 10 minutes. There was mustard on it - a lot of mustard. And we're in the middle of a recession.

Get real.

F- Ipanemic heads home.

I’m leaving this place now. I regret that I made zero effort to pursue options out here. I really do. But I’m coming home.

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