``And since this was all they knew-- / all this much-- /they assumed they knew it all.''
For some long forgotten reason, 41 Street on Miami Beach is also named Arthur Godfrey Boulevard.
Some may recall ol'Red as the iconic character emulated by many a wanna-be well- heeled gad-fly loud-mouthes that liked to wet their whistles in the swamp.
No joke, Arthur Godfrey the hugely successful cigarette salesman and ukulele player was aslo a veteran aviator. Flying high on a family fortune of free thinkers, Godfrey was not without controversy. Some say he was unforgiving with artists and female companions. I say he must have squirreled away bundles of greenback in his mattress on Miami Beach. Perhaps this is why there are so many banks on 41 Street.
Pine Tree Drive and 41 street anchored by the old templesque Jefferson Savings currently the artzy HSBC.
Citibank stands like the house of saud opposite a shitty donut shop on Sheridan.
Banco de Americano open 24 horas Ay-Ti-Em.
and wait for it... another money grubbing Bank opening soon.
Why are branches multiplying like mulatos while so many others are struggling to stay business? Banksters know there is an invisible brave new world running on automation rooted in profit, based on transaction and credit that will do away with every copper penny and all paper money in an epic ongoing grab for total control of commodities, markets, financial institutions worldwide and most of all your wallet.
To be fair, still open for business on 41 street is classic Ma n Pa style Central Hardware which is awesome for contractors and housewives alike.
"Well, here we are in Miami Bitch. Hehheh."