Miami was never a place I had wanted to go.
Work landed me here when I was much younger. I would meet one of my dearest friends on True Lies, while I was working here. We would end up working together off and on for the next 18 years, as of now, I would imagine we will work together again. His sons, who were babes when I first met them, would end up staying in our house in LA.
On this latest venture down to Florida, we came of our own accord, not Hollywood sponsored/funded.
On this trip, I would run along South Beach, like I have done so many times over the years.
I would reunion with one of my dearest friends from high-school, who I have not seen in 25 years.
But some of my best memories in life are from running.
Running has taken places physically, mentally and emotionally, literally and figuratively, places I could not walk or drive to.
Nothing takes the sting off of a night-long, into the morning club scene fiasco, like a run on the sand before the sun comes out.
That was not the case this time around, but in my youth, on more than one occasion, I would get home from dancing at a nightclub just past 4 or so, change into running attire and take a quick jog before sunrise, shower and be at work by six.
To be young again......or..........
Been there done that, loving the wisdom of my age. And humbly I admit it there is hopefully much to be had on both accounts.
It would continue to hide and play among the clouds for the next hour or so.
oh yeah silly folk, like George Bernard Shaw and Oscar Wilde
I usually agree, but sometimes.....
If I had unlimited resource, of course I would have stayed elsewhere, however ......
It was perfect for us.
Thank you Hollywood.
Our families met, and we talked about old times and new.
It was really, really cool.
And then we headed back to Atlanta.
What an amazing trip.
A great way to spend the holidays and end a more tumultuous year than most. And by my standards that means something significant.