I am currently on a psychiatrist-imposed company retreat in Miami.
I have been told not to engage strangers, nor those from or to whom I would like to become either estranged or engaged.
Sitting quietly at my beloved News Cafe this morning (yes, where Gianni Versace had his last coffee), I detected an increase in traffic but a block away.
There was the slamming of truck doors. There was a flurry of fetching TV presenters, pressing down their beige trousers by hand.
Not being an investigative reporter, I sidled over and asked a burly cameraman what was going on.
"It's John McAfee," he replied. "He's in there." … Read more