Chapter 14 - feb 2010 - hollywood (trip 2)

©2011 Tom Weathers

We got into Hollywood midday Wednesday. Hollywood is just North of and seamlessly joined to Miami. After I checked in at a Holiday Inn near Bill's house (which in true Florida fashion seemed bigger inside than out) we toured the beach part of Hollywood Beach. We ended up at a little Cuban place in Fort Lauderdale for dinner. Bill was a fine tour guide.


A picture along the Hollywood beach front shot by jovial tourist. The first person we asked to shoot our picture looked up from her book, shook her head and kept on reading.


This was the jovial tourist. Notice that unlike the rest of us this fellow is not bundled up against the unseasonable chill. Perhaps he was from a colder climate - Canada maybe.


We encountered people who did not appear to be tourists sitting on the sea wall, eating ice cream, watching us watch them. (As I write this more than a year after the trip it occurs to me that I took no notice of the ocean during these travels. It was a simply a strip of blue in the background.)


This is a picture of Bill in front of one of the many renovated places along Hollywood Beach boardwalk. Pastel is the color of South Florida.


Here is another picture of Bill bundled against unseasonable chill. We talked about about everything, South Florida architecture, tourists, writing, various ghosts of times gone by. At this point, a year out, I don't know how much Brenda was in mind - if she was like the ocean just beyond the seawall, not noticed but there. (I imagine that if one returned to the boardwalk at night when no one else was around the ocean would them loom large.)


This is a picture of Bill at a little Cuban place where we had the best flan ever. At this point I think we had been talking about Lulu publishing and how to sell books.