I never promised you a prose garden.
Every place has its claim to weirdness, sometimes it just involves winter weather or sports instead of sunshine and plenty of drinks. Ok, not instead of, the drinking part (unless it's the smoking ganja part) is pretty much across the board. Or NOT across the board but truthfully, I don't stay in perfect towns USA very long, which the town fathers and mothers and myself are all satisfied about.
|Sunset last evening|
|Most of our clouds really are silver with a gold lining.|
|A clear hazy look to Vieques|