The Miami Beach Caper
After breakfast in the Chez Bon Bon Room of the Fountainebleu Hotel in Miami Beach this History reporter and a party-mix of
used car salesman, delicatessen owners, scrap metal dealers and poodle barbers, together with a random bag of lump-ridden
schneck-eaters disguised as vacationers descended bare-legged to the ocean floor level, greased for the sun.
That, instead of going to the gorgeous cabana-lined, tootsie-bedecked splash-cool pool inside, they had to go into the
Atlantic Ocean perhaps to fall prey to jellyfish and the effluent floating in from the Miami sewage system. The prevailing
wind, hot and wet, moved off salt-sprayed sea and across baking cement where hundreds of recreation-lovers lay bubbling in
oil, Odorono and hamfat gravy. The scent of belly lotion stung his nostrils like an unstoppered bottle of ammonia.
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