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  • It was one of those Aspirin Beer Breakfast signs on a hot Snowbird afternoon, in the city of Miami Beach.

    I was just walking along, the last day in January, snapping my goodbyes, on Washington Avenue. This Snowbird in two days would be on her way. I had gone by this sign a million times and I had never seen it.

    All the signs we walk past in our winged sunshine glory while on a sojourn, paying no attention to them, seem to reach out in the days before we leave, as if for the first time. Hello. Goodbye.

    And when you come back, you just know that old Aspirin Beer and good old reliable Milk Wine Candy will still be there, still having their way, still singing the blues from the store window signs. Still ignored in the pallor and the holler, still back in the foreclosing dim, and then dollying out to your sharpened eyes.

    Lord knows why, but eyes do sharpen up, when you say your goodbyes.
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