Orange Street Loop

I walked the Orange Street Loop late this morning in 46:56. It's warm in Levy. The snow is gone, except where people made snowmen.

Paragraph(s) of the day from A Different Closet
“Come now. You have to know.” Green stopped, disappointed to find Keith at all puzzled by this. “Don’t you know that Stephen holds you in utter contempt?”

“Well, sure, of course I do. That’s why...”

“No, wait just a minute. Let me finish. You have to see that he thinks of you as nothing more than some hick sportswriter from Arkansas and, furthermore, he believes you are contemptuous of him, which you are. It’s only natural. The cultures you two came from are as foreign to each other as they are to tribes in the furthest backwaters of the Amazon, and Stephen was raised to be forever disdainful of your ilk. Also, he sees you as an interloper, which again, you arguably are. I once thought Stephen might be the one to elevate SAGA beyond our current status as a mere support group. From the start he imagined a leadership role, at least on a local level, perhaps in politics. And then when Gerry Studds stood on the floor of the U.S. Congress and declared his homosexuality and was re-elected after everyone knew he was gay, we all could imagine the possibilities. Keith, you must recognize that Stephen has paid his dues. He’s worked very hard for our cause. He has aided it tremendously and felt he had earned an opportunity like the one I’ve proposed for you, and as far as he's concerned you haven’t done anything but knock out a professional football player. Stephen has been at this for years and, in his mind, all it’s given him is the opportunity to watch you become at least temporarily as famous as Sylvester Stallone.”