Orange Street Loop

I walked the Orange Street Loop this afternoon in 48:38. At 3:24 p.m., it's 77°F in Levy. On the day after fucking Christmas. I'm thinking about buying a boat and water skiing this afternoon. I might go for a picnic. I'll bring a Slip N Slide® for the kids, you know, if it doesn't get too hot out.

Paragraph(s) of the day from A Different Closet

Keith had not known what to expect from this meeting. Karen said that Green and Lardner might ask him to help as a volunteer for SAGA, but he suspected considerably more would be proposed. Surely no organization would send its founder and leader halfway across the country to secure someone to hand out pamphlets or assist with rallies, and indeed as Green spoke Keith detected a tone of  request, an undertow of practiced persuasion. Green began by telling a story Keith had not heard or had forgotten, he wasn’t at first sure which, but to hear of the Stonewall riots rung a bell from somewhere, and as Green continued, a vague memory returned and began to grow until Keith was taken back to one of the many unimaginable scenes featured on television and in the newspapers during his college days of the late 1960s. Green told Keith that he had become an activist in the gay movement as a direct result of  one night in New York’s Greenwich Village near the Stonewall Inn. “Thousands joined us after that night, or that weekend,” Green said. “I believe Stonewall started all of this. It’s funny, because a lot of people have forgotten about it or were barely aware of it in the first place.”