

So, as we got to our hotel (Inn) in Miami last night (Friday), we were greeted by two young men at the front desk. And, I do mean young. Their vocabulary was that of what I would refer to as "gangland" diction. Dressed nicely in black suites, white shirts and ties..but, their activity and discussions were what I'd expect to hear from down in the back streets of some LA hood. What added to the dimension was the constant influx of very young teenagers who approached these two young men and got their welcome of, "just take the elevator to room 223. That is where the party is". And, this wasn't just two or three scantly dressed teens, but at least a couple of dozen. The young men freely bragged that this was a party set up by one of them at the desk. I overheard comments like, "thanks, Enrique, for setting this thing up for us, man", etc. Larry Krout and I sat in bewilderment at the "living room" watching an NBA game, looking at each other like, "is this really happening?". We felt like we were in the den of iniquity.
Then, when we left to go upstairs, we got in an elevator and as we headed for the third floor, suddenly it stopped at the second and two young women (15-17) got on the elevator with us, giggling in their other language and smelling extremely strong in the Essense of Alfalfa, I think...or that could have been the dreaded, Mary Jane?
Anyway, we slept well, no noise during the night and are up and readying ourselves for some time in Miami then off to our ship at the terminal.
More to follow as the time goes on. Love you all, Dad