October 10, 2015
Florida. Not at all what I was expecting, though truth be told I couldn't tell you what I expected. Stereotypes, basically. Hotels, crowded beaches, noisy, pushy older members of my tribe lining up for early-bird suppers and complaining about portion size. That surely exists somewhere, but not here in Fort Lauderdale, where right-minded planners forbade construction on the east of A1A, leaving an endless strip of pristine beach separated from the broad, clean sidewalk by palm trees and a low white-painted concrete wall, wide enough to sit on with your morning coffee as you watch the waves.