Early Pandemic Life Postscript

Like they say, it's not over until the fat lady sings.  Thom and I celebrated our impending flight north with a waterfront stroll in Palm Beach, our first.  We parked near the Worth Avenue clock tower.

Rising oceans threaten the narrow beach in front of the opulent homes that line A1A.  Waves crash against the sea wall at high tide, which prevented us from walking any further south.

Nothing like a cool bed of sea weed on which to rest your weary head.

Covid 19 still has The Breakers mostly shuttered.  The lockjaw set flees in the off season anyway.

Thom posed on the giant rocks that may or may not protect the luxe hotel from flooding in the near future. He complained that the bright colors of the hat he purchased in Viet Nam didn't register in black & white.