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Walking South Beach.

Walked South Beach: the beach, then the art deco district. It’s more corporate, less edgy, less gay than I remember.

It’s worth getting up crazy early to catch a train to Miami.

Grabbed dinner and beer, and found myself on reality TV: Barmaggedon. If the cap fits, etc.

Two of Savannah’s dolphin downspouts on a rainy day: a day for museums and laundry.

Posted Iron Road to the Capital of Latin America.

Our dinner scenery in Savannah included allusions to Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.

In Savannah, walked through twenty four squares and an old graveyard.

Mailed my down jacket home: I plan not to wear it again until November. Wandered around Charleston in shirtsleeves.

Walked the streets of Charleston past 18th century homes.

Posted about The Other.

The plan was to mail my winter jacket home before boarding the train in Washington DC’s Union Station. I think not.

Walked through corridors of power.

Posted Iron Road to Dixie.

We walked on fresh, melting snow in Central Park, then learned about Cosmic Slop at MoMA.

Walked around a model of Grand Central Terminal in Grand Central Terminal.