And of course, the US border patrol would like to know if we’re all carrying our I-95’s. They march on board, all gunned up with nothing to shoot at. Ludin, apparently, comes from a solid pedigree of potential terrorists and is marched off for in-depth scrutiny. The remaining crew get subjected to the piercing inquiries of officer Snodgrass, a chubby good ol’ boy with a drawl that testifies of a heart for beef jerky and old John Wayne movies. “Hey,” I say, “Are you related to the famous Snodgrass?”Snodgrass speaks not but his eyes say, “Famous Snodgrass?”“The poet,” I say helpfully, smiling fatherly, “Anne Sexton’s buddy…”Snodgrass speaks not but his eyes say, “You want fries with that?”
A painful yelp rises from the belly of our beast. The store keeper’s trying to mush months worth of goodies into a freezer the size of a beer crate. And a timid ribbon of eerie reeking smoke just ascended from the main refrigeration plant. “Is that supposed to happen?” he asks sincerely curious.“That depends on your religion,” I reply. “I like to believe that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love Him. Do you love God, son?”“Is God going to repair my fridge?”“Well,” I say, trying to stay on the theological straight and narrow, “God is an engineer, and I was made in His image.”“I’ll make an extra strong pot of coffee then,” he says.“You do that,” I say while pull a screw driver from my back pocket, release the stainless steel front and brace for an all-nighter. I can already feel the goodness of all things working together.
Fort Lauderdale seen from Port Everglades
A Princess monster docked in Port Everglades, Fort Lauderdale
Cruise ships docked in Port Everglades, Fort Lauderdale
The charming harbor mouth of Port Everglades