We just returned from South Florida. There are many items of note from this short trip to close out 2012, but I promise I won't bore you with details of visiting my aging parents. They are getting old, with the aches and pains typical of living 90 years and are taking enough medication to keep Pfiser afloat.
Yesterday, on Dec. 30, 2012, a guy 5 rows back from us on our American Airlines 777 had 2 seizures, which set the flight crew and 2 nurses that happened to be on board in motion, and eventually ended with him being escorted off the plane on foot by LAX EMT's. He lives to enjoy Obamacare so he can get more Meds too.
The morning had started with the TSA at Miami International having only one human scanner operating at 7 AM on Sunday, during what has to be one of the busiest days travel days of the year. As human cattle, we shuffled our feet, inching forward, internalizing our frustration with this tedious, incompetent process of protecting us from ..... ???
You don't dare complain, or point out the poor management by TSA, like you would if it were your local Home Depot operating one check out line. Open your mouth at a Federal security check point and they will pull you out of line, sit you in a tiny room, and make sure you miss your flight.
One of the highlights of our 4 days was a trip to the Pompano Beach Indoor Bazaar with my Mom. We were surprised to find the Minnetonka moccasins I wanted. I had been researching this purchase for weeks at home, shocked at not being able to locate a discount wholesaler on-line, including Amazon, Ebay or even a Chinese knock-off, but with my free $20 in "Bazaar Bucks", I gotta "Shmata-Row" discount. Elley got a pair of leg hugging, Brazilian faux jeans, and we even found my Mom her jug of body wash. We had hot pastrami, gyros, cole slaw, dill pickles and knish, amongst the sounds of all-so-familiar jewish folk. We were not in Kansas (i.e. San Diego) anymore.
On our last night, we headed down to the Cavalier Hotel on Ocean Dr. in South Beach. Elley loved the sand dunes, white beach, and turquoise water. We strolled around, admiring the Art Deco architecture, renovated and restored since my youth. But we were disappointed that the beat was mostly disco fusion and the "come-on" sales pitch for happy hours and mega drinks was monotonous. It is a tourist trap and most of the people are mid-western, t-shirt clad gawkers, with no intention of indulging in the local latin culture. We didn't find Samba, discovering from the cab driver at 6:30 AM the next morning that "Little Brazil" was back up in Pompano Beach right near the Bazaar.
OY! Who Knew!
We just returned from South Florida. There are many items of note from this short trip to close out 2012, but I promise I won't bore you with details of visiting my aging parents. They are getting old, with the aches and pains typical of living 90 years and are taking enough medication to keep Pfiser afloat.
The morning had started with the TSA at Miami International having only one human scanner operating at 7 AM on Sunday, during what has to be one of the busiest days travel days of the year. As human cattle, we shuffled our feet, inching forward, internalizing our frustration with this tedious, incompetent process of protecting us from ..... ???
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