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The Bums Are Gone...

One bit of news that may interest you guys who have followed this blog (and of course Patti and Gary, my new friends from Creve Coeur, who have just started) for awhile. What do you see in these pictures?




The City of St. Pete has banned the bums from peddling at the street corner. I wrote rather extensively on this issue last winter, explaining that it is a lucrative profession. Most made around $45,000-55,000 by begging around here. You couldn't go very far without seeing another bum claiming homelessness/joblessness/and general hard times. St. Pete Times had a major spread on them, and they were very well off with their chosen profession. They all had hard-scrabble card board signs that they alternated depending on the day and traffic.
I am very pleased about this legislation. They have all gone over to Tampa and I hear they are having turf or corner wars with existing entrepreneurs over there. Likewise, other more reputable endeavors are banned as well like the MDA firemen on Labor Day and Sunday newspaper hawkers.

...But The Loons Are Still Here.
















First day back and this dumbass is walking in the middle of the road and wouldn't get over. We had to wait for him and the Hindenburg to drift so we could get past. I was about to light it with my Bic and let history repeat itself. "Oh the humanity...". I wish Tim would have been here: he would have done something memorable with Joe Zeppelin here.

He was still messing with it when I checked on him later.







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