Miami - Day 4: Patti

Today was Patti day.  Patti and I took our Mothership leaps of faith around the same time.  Or as she put it, "a leap out of faith."  And as she also put it, "in free fall looking for a soft landing."  I met her in free fall, and her friendship made the landing softer.  She's the only person I ever made the "high five" sign with.

She drove down here from Palm Beach County, another very colorful county.  I didn't think anything could top Miami-Dade until Patti told me about growing up on the Loxahatchee River not caring about getting a drivers license because all the kids could get anywhere they wanted on dingies.  They went where no one else could go.  I think she and her friends were around 10 when they knew it would be up to them to find some dead body the police weren't able to find in the river, which they did.

Patti works on Palm Beach, the island where the rich and famous live, so she had quite a few colorful stories. I'm really thinking of starting a gossip blog.  Her best stories were about her own life.  She regaled us (S and P also) all day with her stories.  All day I had been telling her to write a book and all afternoon S was telling her to.  Patti gave me permission to put any of her stories in her blog, but she really needs to write them herself or make them into performance art or something.  I think she felt encouraged to do so.

After Patti left S and P and I played canasta until almost 2 am.  I'm addicted.  Now I need to play a game of canasta every day.  Their daughter, my second cousin A, is arriving tomorrow and I sure hope she likes to play.  She will be bringing my new baby third cousin, and S and P's first grandchild, who they will be meeting in person for the first time!