In my poem titled "Cyd" from JUDEVINE, Thucydides Augustus McInnes, better known as Cyd, goes, at the age of 80, to Florida intending to spend two weeks visiting friends. When I saw Cyd down at The Garage the next time after he came back and asked him how his trip had been, he said:
“Well, sir, that place I was in, that condom-in-ium, had rules to keep out all the animals and children. Can you imagine that? How could anybody spend his life without animals and children?”
Cyd left two days after he arrived and came home.