My visit to Florida is coming to an end, and none too soon it seems. Granted, I'll miss the 80 degree weather. But I can do without the news reports of kidnapped and murdered 11 year old girl, good ol' fashioned executions, and exploding tankers on the highway; although I do admit I enjoyed the story involving the Cuban camionautas -- or truckonauts -- entering the U.S. on a floating '59 Buick (their second attempt after they failed earlier in a floating '51 Chevy pickup).

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It will be good to be back in D.C. and the Vatos Locos and STC, the exploding manholes, and the latest threat to the city (dude, anthrax is so five-minutes ago -- today's winner is ricin!)