New Year, New River Walk

A pink bridge seems to take the Florida
pink theme a bit too far if you ask me.

I always forget that Florida is part of the South. Today along the New River Walk in downtown Ft. Lauderdale, we overheard the following conversation between two armed rent-a-cops who had just gotten out of a truck (imagine a heavy twang):

First guy: This here is what we call a foot patrol. I just been here three minutes and I already spotted 4 homeless guys. One over there, two over there and one over here.

Second guy:  HEL-lo...

First guy: No, don't worry about that guy. You only worry about the homeless guys if they're on something.

Speaking of homeless people, the ones here seem to have it really good compared to the ones in Chicago. One guy who was taking an afternoon nap under one of the bridges had an office desk with a nice grill sitting on top.

The bridge in the picture above was raised for boats when we got to the top. The bridge tender must have messed up because when it was lowered, a piece of the bridge about a foot high was still sticking up out of the road and blocking the whole bridge. Luckily for its transmission, the lead car noticed and came screeching to stop while the bridge guy fixed the situation.