✍️ A Florida Man in Rome

Notes from a Romanized American upon returning to the motherland

On a visit to see family in Florida a couple of years back, I stopped at a burrito joint while out running errands. I looked up from my lunch to see a large, bearded man dressed in camouflage stepping into the line. He had an assault-style rifle slung over one shoulder, and a holstered pistol and a few tactical pouches on his belt. Several diners stared…