Flamingo is the southern end
of Everglades National Park.
The northern end
is Everglades City.
The best way to get there is through the Ten Thousand Islands,
by
canoe. I once dreamed of making the trip with one of my sons,
camping out, eating
fish we caught. Nothing beats a campfire
and a can of beans. The one time I
was in Everglades City,
a former co-worker was there with his wife, in a tour
bus,
on some kind of IBM employee and their dependents excursion.
Some kind
of club. I had left the company by then. He was an LSA,
or lifetime senior associate.
We had both worked for an aggressively
feminist female third-line manager, who
promoted only females,
and busted old male writers like me and his chops.
It
was our female first-line manager who did it
but the third-line manager put her
up to it.
Did you hear the one about the midget
who married the fat lady in
the circus?
So we felt a kinship. He was an LSA
and I had left the company.
Rather than take
a ration of shit off some paper asshole with a necktie on.
Some
tinpot manager.