There’s my mom, Doris, entertaining our 60s Sea-Sea Motel guests with her ukulele at “happy hour” with her renditions of Harry Belafonta’s calypso songs. That’s the coke machine in the conner of the pavilion that I was responsible for frequently filling. I didn’t mind doing it, since that meant a free coke for me!

When hurricane Donna came through through from the west coast of Florida in 1960, it lifted the pavilion top off its concrete pedestals and flipped it over onto the palm trees directly to the west. I had to dismantle the wreckage, and in doing so, ran a nail into my foot; consequently, missing playing in one of my high school Friday night football games.