While I was traipsing through the corridors of an art museum today, trying to improve my mind, my wife was eleven hundred miles away swilling coffee with the old neighborhood girls. This is not to say the ladies are old, it's just that they live in our old neighborhood. Elizabeth was up to visit my very pregnant daughter and to attend a baby shower, plus assorted shopping for items not easily found in Florida (for some reason Christopher and Banks has no stores in this area, and the proximity to Kohl's requires a good half hour drive from our island).
That's the problem living on an island with no bridges that connect directly with the mainland, so you have to go over a bridge at either end which can be up for boat traffic to pass, thus adding ten minutes to each transit. And, an island with zoning so draconian that no fast food, or significant goods and services can locate there. We have one grocery store, one filling station, one viable dry cleaner, etc. Logically, you could see how easy it would be to transit the bay (and the Inter-coastal) at 53rd Avenue, which turns into SR 70, but logic doesn't work here on LBK. Nor did it really work in the Peoples Democratic Republik of Wildwood, where the local anti growth activists have slowly but surely starved out free enterprise through zoning.
Well, at least the girls have found a coffee ship.
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