Had a really great time in Florida, but I did too much pool-partying to concentrate on photos. I did snag this one at sunrise, however. Colors are nice, but that's about it.
Brief Notes on the Trip:
• To explain the headline quickly ... the wallet I left in a cab (most likely) a month ago was finally returned to me in the mail. Minus roughly $300 in cash, a $40 MetroCard and a Chase banking card that I don't believe was ever compromised. This would've been a whole lot easier if it was found by someone with a conscience — who could have called my cell phone — instead of some thief who evidently took the valuables and tossed it in a mailbox. The package was from a USPS in lower Manhattan with a "FOUND LOOSE IN THE MAIL" stamp.
• R.I.P. South Beach. Hadn't been down to Ocean Drive in almost five years, and I can't believe how much the area has changed. It's still a place to people-watch, but instead of models parading in European fashion, you have countless loiterers in sports jerseys, caps and XXXXL-sized T-shirts. If I invested in a business down there, I'd be panicked. Across the street from Wet Willie's, a favorite place among hip-hoppers now, we counted 11 cops monitoring the area. Collins Avenue is still sprouting luxury hotels, but I was too tired to hop around, as I'd hoped.
• The Yankees continue to roll when I can't see a single inning for a stretch of days. This time they went 4-0, following up on an 11-1 record when I was out of the country in 2004. The Bombers are 17-7 since they sputtered out of the gate with a 1-4 mark. I think some division rival is coming to town tonight.
