* Another Gasparilla Parade has come and gone, and for the first time in memory, I didn’t witness first-hand the seeming need for catheter concessions along the parade route. In part, it’s due to having moved to a location farther from ground zero. But maybe there’s more parade-reveler restraint as well. While high-profile policing could be a factor, cops–in the aftermath of the Boston Marathon pressure-cooker bombs–are not exactly prioritizing those experiencing their annual rite of pissage. Yes, I had to work it in again.
* Whenever the temperatures head south, we are reminded of those among us who have more recently relocated. Nothing like wearing a long-sleeved shirt, jacket, hat and scarf and noticing someone jogging by in shorts and tank top. They’ll learn.