We were half a mile high in a bright Everglades sky, on the trail of five Navy torpedo bombers that vanished in 1945, yet my friend Tomlinson remained fixated on the fate of our marina's cat, which had gone missing only two days earlier.
The curse of obsession is one of the few qualities my hipster neighbor and I share.
-Randy Wayne White, Night Moves
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