A tour of south Florida

Frank in the pool

My younger son, Frank, is visiting me for 13 days. Yes, he is catching some sun at the resort pool, but he is also seriously looking to leave Massachusetts, where he has lived for 41 years, and relocate to south Florida. His criteria for a new home:

  • It be warm year-round (almost all of Florida qualifies on this one)
  • It be “near” the ocean. The definition of “near” is somewhat flexible.
  • It must have public transportation (he doesn’t have a car and isn’t planning on getting one in the short term).
  • It must be “affordable”. The definition of “affordable” depends on the job he gets.
  • It must be far from his brother (currently in Ft Myers). He loves his brother dearly but knows that hanging out with him leads to trouble.

Primarily due to that last one, the first week with me was spent traveling to distant cities – Ft Lauderdale, Tampa, West Palm Beach and Miami. Each of those cities is two hours or more from Ft Myers, so we spent about 27 hours in the car, getting to/from the destination and driving around looking for neighborhoods that would offer affordable housing, good bus service and some employment opportunities. And a good beach.

The winner of this first round was Ft Lauderdale. He is very interested in working at the Ft Lauderdale-Hollywood airport (FLL) as a baggage handler. There is some excellent bus service to FLL and some beaches not far away. But FLL is also served by the Tri-Rail system, so housing near Tri-Rail stations in both the Miami and West Palm Beach areas is also feasible.

The trip to West Palm Beach cuts right across the middle of Florida, skirting Lake Okeechobee. I have often driven by Lake Okeechobee but had never seen it due to the high dikes that line its southern shore. On the return trip I decided to stop and get a photo. I expected to see a lot of water – not Lake Michigan but large, with a broad expanse of open water. What a disappointment! It looked more like a river than a lake.

Lake(?) Okeechobee

On the return trip from Miami I took US 41 – the “old Alligator Alley”. You can actually spot alligators along this route. We stopped at the visitor’s center for Big Cypress National Preserve where a lot of alligators can be seen close up.

Gator at Big Cypress

Tomorrow we plan on making a return trip to the Ft Lauderdale area, this time focusing on the areas to the south of FLL – Dania Beach and Hollywood.

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High water mark?

My softball team is now 8-2 and tied for first place. There are 7 games left. We could win them all and end up at 15-2. Or this could be our high water mark and we could lose them all and end up with a losing record, 8-9. Time will tell.

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Softball endorphins

Physically, I am a mess right now. I have a groin pull that makes every step painful. And a swollen right knee. I played a softball game yesterday where I had someone run for me every time I reached first base.

So why do I feel so good? Softball endorphins, I guess. We have won our last 4 games, convincingly, making our record 6-2. Even better, the team that entered this week at 6-0 lost both games, making our two teams tied in the standings. I even played as a pool player in their game on Tuesday, helping a team that was 1-5 at the time beat a previously undefeated team by a score of 22-10. A convincing beatdown by an underdog.

It has all made me feel very good. So I limp down the street when walking Rusty, every step excruciating. With a big smile on my face.

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“Make Me” by Lee Child

Copyright 2015 by Lee Child. Published by Dell, a division of Penguin Random House LLC, New York.

This is #20 in the series of books by Lee Child featuring Jack Reacher, the footloose one-man police force. I don’t think there is such a thing as a bad Reacher book; they range from Good to Great. This one is pretty close to Great.

The story here starts with Reacher getting off the train in Mother’s Rest, a hole-in-the-wall town on the route from Oklahoma City to Chicago. He is simply curious why a town would be named Mother’s Rest. Just simple curiosity on the part of a guy with nothing better to do. But he immediately encounters a woman who mistakes him for someone else. She is a PI looking for a colleague who was last seen in Mother’s Rest. Reacher also attracts some puzzling attention from some of the locals. After searching the town and failing to discover the origin of the Mother’s Rest name he is ready to resume his trip to Chicago. But he sees something at the train station that is even more curious that the name of the town, so he decides to stay and to team up with the woman to figure out what is going on.

The team eventually expands to include a science writer from the LA Times and takes him and his new partners on a journey to Chicago, Oklahoma City and San Francisco. The plot gets deeper and deeper and the mayhem soon starts. The body count in this one – at least the deaths involving Reacher – is just 5, but there are a lot of other deaths involved in the plot. Plus Reacher busts a few skulls and nuts. That is what he does.

A good story, well written and very fast-paced.

9 out of 10.

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2021 blog booklet

2021 was my first full year of travel without Jett. It had the seventh trips north and south (TN7 and TS7) plus the December cruise (PCL2). If you want the year in booklet form you can get it here.

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“Regrets Only” by Nancy Geary

Copyright 2004 by Nancy Whitman Geary. Published by Time Warner Book Group, New York.

It is usually good when, in a mystery story, everything fits together. But sometimes everything fits together just a little too well to be realistic. I am thinking of some of the Agatha Christie books, like Ten Little Indians or Murder on the Orient Express. Entertaining, for sure, but too nicely packaged to be anything but fiction.

Regrets Only is such a book. Exhibit A: A psychiatrist who is being interviewed for a prestigious post offers three “character witnesses” who turn out to be, respectively, her ex-husband, the father of her illegitimate twins and the adoptive father of said twins. Really? She couldn’t get a priest or a rabbi? And wouldn’t at least one of the two who were involved with her undisclosed illegitimate offspring recuse himself because of the obvious ethical conflict?

Exhibit B: The rookie homicide detective assigned to the murder of this psychiatrist is dating – and in love with – the abandoned son of the victim. Again, shouldn’t she have recused herself due to her strong emotional involvement?

Exhibit C: The cop’s boyfriend, who owns a bar, hosts an exhibit of drawings by a troubled young artist who, as it later becomes known, is the half-brother of the owner. This is a gratuitous coincidence that has little bearing on the plot. Why even include this odd coincidence?

So, while I thought the book was well-written, the coincidences overwhelmed me.

5 out of 10.

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The only consistent thing in senior softball: inconsistency

Last Thursday my team lost, 8-3, to the worst team in the league. It was their first victory and they were very happy. We played terribly. No one was hitting. Scoring just 3 runs in 7 innings of slow-pitch softball is just pathetic.

Today we beat a better team, 20-13. I cannot explain how a team can hit so poorly one day and hit so well a few days later. Everyone was hitting. Just inexplicable.

I played an early game as a pool player, then played my team’s game. Two games, 8 at-bats, one walk, three singles, two triples and two home runs. I can’t recall the last time I hit a home run. Two in one day? Inexplicable. And 7-for-7? As Vizzini says in The Princess Bride, inconceivable.

A good day of softball. But can I hit that well consistently? Not a chance. Inconsistency is the name of this particular game.

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Murder She Wrote musings

I often go to sleep watching Murder She Wrote on the Hallmark Movies & Mysteries channel. It is very much like Perry Mason in that there is often an intricate plot and I invariably fall asleep before the end, so I can watch the same episode multiple times without knowing the outcome.

But Perry Mason is set in LA while Murder She Wrote is set in Maine (mostly). It isn’t surprising that the weather is always good (or at least not cold) for Perry. But why is there not a flake of snow in any Maine episode of Murder She Wrote? Why are the characters never bundled up? Have the writers never been to Maine? If they were concerned about accuracy, the majority of the episodes would be filmed in knee-deep snow.

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“The Life and Times of the Last Kid Picked” by David Benjamin

Copyright 2020 by David Benjamin. Published by Last Kid Books, Madison WI.

The usual disclaimer: The author is one of my oldest and best friends.

I am having a hard time reviewing this book, partly because I have read it before and I tend to rush a second reading. Also – and I hate to admit this because I think it is a character flaw – I dislike books that have long chapters. For example, I had a hard time getting through Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged because some of its chapters were interminable. Should the length of chapters be a factor in my opinion of a book, rather than the quality of the prose or the depth of the thoughts? No, it should not. But it is. As I said, a character flaw.

So I didn’t like the lengths of the chapters in this book – 5 chapters covering 320 pages, or 64 pages per chapter. That said, I think this is otherwise a terrific book, full of insights, charm and humor. The book is largely autobiographical and, as such, I know some of the characters in the book – though not those in Tomah as that period in his life predated our meeting. But I knew his family and I think he portrays his siblings and his mother vividly.

I think the book would be of particular interest to anyone who attended parochial school. Much of the insight is into Catholic life. But beyond the Catholic subtext you will find secular insight into growing up in the 1950s, with many pop references that you will be surprised to discover that you had forgotten – if you grew up in the 50s.

A very good book.

7 out of 10. It would have been 8 if the chapters had been shorter.

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“Tell No One” by Harlan Coben

Copyright 2001 by Harlan Coben. Published by Dell Publishing, a division of Random House, Inc., New York.

I really like Coben’s books. He always keeps you guessing. His plots are deep, devious and very satisfying. And he has a way of revealing details that keep me turning the pages – like an archaeologist slowly uncovering a skeleton with a whisk brush.

Coben seems to be very fond of stories of dead people who aren’t quite dead – see Play Dead and The Woods. The mostly dead person in this case is the wife of the protagonist, Dr David Beck. She died 8 years prior in an unprovoked attack on both of them in the woods (yes, more woods). Beck is knocked unconscious and nearly drowns yet survives – he doesn’t know how – only to find that his wife has been murdered. But 8 years after that horrible night – and after 2 bodies are uncovered at the site of the attack – he begins to receive mysterious anonymous coded messages (which include the admonition to “tell no one”, hence the title). He begins to suspect that his wife may still be alive. But why would she disappear for 8 years?

Unraveling that question – and the mystery of how Beck survived the attack in the woods and why they were attacked at all – is the core of the plot. But while Beck is trying to figure it all out he finds that he is the prime suspect in the murder of one of his wife’s friends and also in his wife’s murder. He has to go underground to avoid arrest and death by the hands of two thugs who are gunning for him. What the heck is going on?

Find out for yourself. Perhaps not quite as good as The Woods, but close.

9 out of 10.

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