in which pissy waiter from New Jersey tells me he has his big boy pants on and Artie Glove is wowed by the grouper sandwich.
A Pelican of the Day--you gotta take 'em where you can get 'em (besides iconic waterscape being worth documenting), because unlike pigeons, they don't wander through to snag a French fry or alligator ball off the combo platter, as the case may be.
They do, however, steal fish, as one Ray Villadonga complains. (Ray recently said, in an interview, that the sound of partially slaughtered chickens in a bucket, in Ybor City, inspired his experimental music career.) This thievery seems more than fair.
