Every summer, my family would make same week-long trip to our old, friendly beach. The same town. The familiar busted up, splintered boardwalk. Elusively fun, never quite memorable. One year was special, however. That was when mom, dad and my sister –who was only seventeen and quite wild – headed for Miami. I was pretty excited. I was only twelve and Miami was only TV and movie stuff. Of course, as always, when fantasy meets reality, it was initially disappointing. Then came disappointment. That was North Beach, nice, but not as appealing as South Beach. Shabby and dirty during day, Continue reading...