No one's life is sane. It is learning how to live with the insanity that is the trick. Sure, down South, we all have our skeletons in the closet. The difference is - we open the doors and let them dance on the front porch. After all, who doesn't have a mother who thinks she knows it all, a father who knows best, at least one irritating sibling, and that weird uncle no one wants to sit by at supper. I'm not sure what "Normal" is, but whatever it is, I know I live a bit south of it.
My Life A Bit South of Normal
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Photography Post - Old Cars
A view from the windshield of our car in Havana. Yes, you feel as if you are in a time warp. Then a late model Lexus will pass you and your mind will suddenly wake-up in total confusion.