Turtles

I had a great idea one night, after a few LARGE glasses of wine, I remembered a Gopher turtle, (yes, they are actually TORTISES) I had seen that evening cross a busy road among one of Ft. Lauderdales' busiest, and most deadly, roads barely escape the crushing tires of millions of cars on a local highway, as I wrote at length about the correlation between the narrow escape of the turtle, the slow plodding stuggle in life that mirrored my own, the pleasure of laying neck deep in mud...I realized I was drunk, and making no friggin sense at all, and I DELETED the whole thing except the title, now, I am SO GLAD I did! (Note to self the "No drink and dial" rule applies to BLOGGING too)