Should I Not Go To Miami?

Having finally arrived in Macon after multiple diversions on I75 as Oracle, my first destination was the Tubman Museum, that documents African American achievements in art, science and history.  Currently housed in a cramped commercial space, the museum is in progress of moving to the beautiful building that once housed the Georgia Music Hall of Fame.  A childhood hero of mine, Harriet Tubman has no direct history whatsoever with Macon Georgia.  The museum founder, a Catholic priest, simply found her an inspiration and hence the name. (And by the way, Tubman fans might want to check out Lisa Tuttle and Alice Lovelace's multi-media/collaborative/public art project "Harriet Rising")  Again, I digress. But one of the most personally satisfying aspects of my Oracle project are the many places it takes me.  My point being, I was just entering the Museum when I got this call.   Credit for the art on display goes to Mr. Imagination, a folk artist. 

Should I not go to Miami?

I remember seeing ads for those stair chair lifts in magazines but that was my first to see one in person.  I like how the line the snake makes continues in the next frame with the chair lift. For once, I want to read this from right to left instead of the traditional Western left to right.  My eyes travel along the chair lift diagonal, along the snake's body where I'm spit out into the trophy.  An accident/spill will transform into a success/achievement?