Down here in Miami Beach – South Beach, actually. Not a quiet place, but, having grown up way the hell out in the Ohio countryside like I did, I like it like this. Hotel’s supposed to have wireless access, but the AirPort’s not picking it up. They told me they had a Windoz card and software at the front desk, even though I said Macintosh. I can live on dialup.
Dinner: salsa, chips, $2 drafts. Out on the patio of a hotel a block away. Rather a mandate for hotels along those blocks to have sidewalk restaurants. You find your restaurant, you sit at your sidewalk table, and you let those who haven’t decided on a restaurant swarm around you. Many motorcycle guys around the block we chose. Even a motorcycle dog, complete with Harley tee-shirt and dog-sized leather helmet.
See y’all on the blog tomorrow…
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