Today, I bid goodbye to this little corner of paradise. I must admit it was grand, but when things look particularly good, the Curmudgeon Handbook always advises caution.
And a good thing, too - every place has its seamy underbelly, and Sanibel is no exception.
I refer, of course, to the sudden availability of sweet potato fries all over the island. This is clearly the handiwork of some powerful & organized effort, and that can only mean one thing: organized crime has used this innocuous item to get a toehold here.
And it can only get worse: I see Kale Chips in Sanibel's future. I'm getting out in the nick of time.
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