I arrived at the Venetian Marina and Yacht Club in Miami, Florida, five minutes late for a chartered flight and noticed I was the only one there, other than a pilot waving back at me. Upon shaking his hand, I asked, “Am I the first one to arrive or the last?” He shook my hand back while smirking. “Both! It’s only you today.”
We took a small boat out to the middle of Biscayne Bay, the body of water between what I call “the mainland” and Miami Beach.