The Flies Have It

It’s fly season. While having coffee Saturday morning, I thought the flies would drive me out of my mind. It was bad enough that they kept landing on my arms and legs, but they were constantly flying around my head and in my face.

San Geraldo, who has no shame, offered me his IKEA dish towel — the one he’s known to regularly wear on his head to ward off flies, the sun, cold air, and unwanted distractions.

“I don’t think so,” I snorted. “But thanks just the same.”

AN EXAMPLE OF SAN GERALDO’S “LOOK.” NOT FOR ME…

Then a fly slammed right into my ear.

IT IS THE END OF THE WORLD AS I KNOW IT.


“Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives. And I decline.”

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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