No one now understands then.
Old people loved Miami Beach.
It was a world unlike home.
Life in the art-deco hotel was simple.
The warm weather was a blessing to old bones.
Not everyone was old.
The Thunderbird was good fun.
So was Miami Beach.
But never now.
Oh. Wolfies.
But it wasn't white and that is always a good thing.
We are family.
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